Here we are then, folks.
2017 passes into our rear-view mirror, and 2018 looms before us, full to the brim with… what exactly?
Hope, joy, and anticipation for some, no doubt. Fear, dread, and depression for others, I’m equally sure.
Wherever you fall on that particular spectrum of emotion, I hope that you do whatever is required of you to make the Year of Our Lord two-thousand-and-eighteen your bitch.
I know I’m planning to.
All the best, people.