Well, it's nearly 2003. In many parts of the world it's already 2003. And I'm not out partying because I don't really feel up to it. (Of all the nights to feel like sitting down in a comfy chair and not moving!) And yes, I would have gone to a party thing. At Ashingdon Free Church. They were going to play Pictionary with balloons, for crying out loud!

So I'm here, watching "The 100 best TV moments of 2002" on Channel 4. Extreme Ironing, a programme Ali was particularly keen on, came in at number 90. Which, considering it was on really really late and wasn't exactly well advertised, is rather good. :)

Last night's TV was more exciting in some ways because there was none. We had a four hour long powercut. What made this even more fun was that Ivan and his parents were coming round for dinner - a dinner that we couldn't cook because we have an electric oven! So we had fish and chips instead.

Anyway, happy new year to you all.

Not that it really matters. The transition from one year to another is meaningless, really, isn't it? It's like birthdays. Nothing really changes.

I kinda spoilt the moment there, didn't I? *grin*

Oh well. :D

posted by Fiery Fred @ 9:43 PM