As the intestines of Destiny expel their final winds of Fate toward the teeming throng (Destiny having headlined at Little Nigel's Strip-club and Holiday Cruises lo these last four decades) and the resulting Stench of Stupidity wafts up the quivering nostrils of the assembled Mass of Morons, we come to the merciful end of Anno Stercore 2024.

Frankly, 2025 might not look any more well-formed, round, and perky, but it has all the promise of being entertaining if nothing else.

May all here find humour and some personal successes in the New Year come what may.

Happy New Year!