New Year

Blian Nua

Faoi Mhaise Duit

...le gra

agus pog

agus ciste-caise.

(translated from Irish as Happy New Year...with love and kisses and cheesecake)

Started the year brilliantly...

• finally woke up feeling vaguely human again after weeks of the Barry Whites on Night Nurse
• on the first underground journey of the first day of the year met someone in full, head to toe kangaroo costume and it felt right...unlike the guy on the other side of the carriage with tinsel in his hair - really, he could have made an effort.
• went out with Tom and my brother and girlfriend and danced, moshed and sang the night away in Chinatown...with a variety of people, only one of which had a better air guitar and that was only because their's had a lower centre of gravity and air go-faster stripes.

...what more can you ask for apart from cheesecake...and really the kangaroo makes up for it especially as there is an emergency cheesecake in the freezer.

Hope your new year started as well as mine...but don't worry there are at least another 364 days and on one of them you too might be graced with the presence of Kangaroo Man...and even a camera to record it so that people won't keep calling you a liar and saying things like...why would a man be dressed in a Kangaroo suit in the middle of the day? - as if the time of day mattered to a man who wants to wear a kangaroo costume...anyway it might just be useful for carrying things in his pouch, although he did have a dog which could have used the pouch so wouldnt be pleased to share it with the groceries from the supermarket, unless they contained dog food or cheesecake. Hurrah for Kangaroo Man...he takes it to the limit...of the costume world and beyond - he knows the meaning of life and keeps the answer in his pouch, we should be so fortunate...but we spread his love through text...when you next text K to mean OK or YES...you are saying Yes or Ok to Life...K is for Kangaroo Man...Hurrah for Kangaroo Man