Fool's Season

Oh, I feel so good. So many fab presents (thank you, gorgeous peeps!) so many wonderful surprises. And the cherry on the cake this Christmas? My dear larians relaxed and laughing without a single note of stress in his voice. That laughter, absent for most of the year, is back now, courtesy of those fine non-pharmaceutical aids, loadsasleep and lackocrap*.

It's official I'm afraid; You will have to excuse me, tis Saturnalia, the Fool's Season. Friends tomorrow and the day after and sometime after that, chums and parties forthcoming, and not an ounce of sense or sobriety to be wrung from me until sometime in January. It's an old formula, but it's hard to beat.

Can you feel it? Rocking the city
Ah yeah, straight out of nowhereness
Like a fist, can't resist you, oh no
I tell you something

You know I love ya, just wanna touch ya
Stand up, knock me right off my feet
Hard to beat
Hard to beat
Hard to beat

- Hard to Beat by Hard-fi

Let's not hang around here too long. Here comes the new year, wishing you a great one.

*There is a third, but perhaps it should remain nameless;-)