Ribbons for Gibbons

Although nothing terribly horrid happened to me in 2006, I can't help but find myself breathing a steady sigh of relief to see the back of it. In all reality, if you were to weigh the pros and cons and quote Tori Amos, it was a pretty good year which saw the return of an old friend, more fancy dress parties than you could shake a sonic screwdriver at, making an album, and two - yes, TWO - new silver snazz machines (I must confess I somewhat miss the subtle clickety-click of my laptop keys, but the almighty kerchunk of my new return key more than makes amends).

With such blessings befalling me, and only a few minor gripes, I suspect my enthusiasm to be rid of 2006 comes more from an actual excitement for what 2007 may bring. Yes, for the first time since I can remember I face the new year with a sense of hope and optimism. At least I think it's optimism, it's been a while. Mysteries I hope to solve in the next 12 months so far include:

'Why hasn't Simon Amstell been given a knighthood yet?'

'Are you on the list?'

'What, precisely, is the difference between a shark and the ghost of a shark?'

and 'What do angels smell like?'

Now if you'll excuse me, since seeing the stupidly great Casino Royale I've been on a Bond marathon of old and recent films alike. So far the update is this: The Living Daylights is mega and Timothy Dalton was a great Bond (not bobbins like you might remember), and yes The World Is Not Enough is easily as coma-inducing as you probably do remember.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!