Comic relief

The snow has trailed away to dirty patches at roadsides that escape a thing tenuously described as the sun. The cold no longer bites in the open air and we are left to reflect on the passing of the science fiction year, 2010.

It was positive for me in many ways, I got a new job, met a few good people and wrote more than I'd expected, though admittedly the bar wasn't set high in that regard. Personal health and fitness was a disappointing downside however. Twenty five excess pounds testament to lazy ways.

I don't do resolutions any more, they are flimsy, intangible things that require inordinate amounts of personal energy and enthusiasm to make work. If something is that important to you, you should already be doing it.

That said I still don't feel like I've found my life's point and with the ominous 30 creeping on to the horizon three quarters of the way through next year, the terrible ticking clock refuses to give me any peace.

To those I've known long and to strangers I've just met, happy new year. Make it a good one ... apparently the world ends in 2012