......I won't miss it.
Infact, I think it's fair to say that once again career wise it's been an excellent year, all bar the pay dispute which is still ongoing, but everything apart from that, the cards just haven't fallen in my favour.
Private life, shattered and a feeling of utter resentment to parties that will remain nameless.
Attempts to find some where to live have been difficult and ultimately fruitless.
Interest rates, although up, aren't rising quickly enough for me.
House prices march ever higher, and in collaboration with my pay dispute 2007 isn't looking like the year I'll become a home owner.
Two injuries whilst attempting to keep myself fit, the latest one my foot which is looking likely to need some kind of attention in the early new year if it doesn't sort itself out soon!
Good things:
A fantastic weekend in Cardiff when Watford were promoted to the Premiership by thrashing Leeds United 3 - 0 and the mother of all celebrations in the city after the game, my ONLY fantastic memory of 2006.
The Festive Season.
Christmas for me was like standing on deserted platform staring down the tracks waiting for a train that doesn't look like it's going to come, it's silent, lonely and cold. Then all of a sudden the "Christmas Intercity Express" appears out of nowhere and flys past me so fast it knocks me back on my arse and as quickly as it appeared it's gone again, leaving me dazed and wondering why I didn't get to climb aboard, and enjoy the ride.
This year has pretty much ended with me not having a clue about where to take my life in 2007, I'm having trouble being confident in the choices I make, every time I think "I'm going to do this and to hell with everyone" a little voice says "Don’t! You'll fuck it up!" This sort of problem can lead to all sorts of insecurities, I could honestly do without.
One thing for sure I need to a break, away from here, away from everything! my team have cottoned on to the fact I haven't had a holiday abroad since 2002 and now all of a sudden this is a frequently discussed topic in the working day - I need to deal with my anxiety over flying this year (I think I said I'd deal with this LAST year as well) and I've had ten shots of Diazepam in my draw since August and all I've done is hand them out to my mother when her nerves have played her up, how completely useless of me.
I dream of a sandy beech and a cold beer quite often, I wish I could quit being such an idiot and get on the bloody plane.
Well to those that visit regularly, you know who you are! And for those reading for the first time, I'd like to wish you all a very happy new year, take care for now.
The Unsung Hero.