It is safe to say that this missive may just be the last post; possibly; perhaps the final entry for 2011, perhaps not. As always these last days of the year tend to have us looking back over our shoulders. It is inevitable really, but I much prefer to be looking forward, to gaze into the unknown. I do so not so much with plans, but with wishes, and with hope. I have never been one for Resolutions and, after 52 years, see no reason to start now. But I do harbour hopes, more so than ever before.
For 2011 had one defining event, and I refer here not to the start of my labours over this keyboard, or indeed to the eventual decision to allow others to peer over my shoulder, but to the night of 5 May. If ever there was an occasion of history in the making that long night, when sleep was never more than a distant rumour, was a pivotal moment in the history of our nation. Looking forward we will now see the start of improvements to our society, with legislative powers on alcohol pricing and on the curse of sectarianism. Gradually our children and their children will improve their education and their outlook. Finally we can start to do something.
I see that Alex Salmond has just received another award, on top of the various political gongs that have come his way since that monumental night. Now he has been named as The Times’ ‘Briton of the Year’. Yes it was an achievement to rattle the very foundations of society, and the country is on the cusp of major change. To have that very pinnacle of London Establishment finally recognise what Salmond has achieved, so far, is in itself quite remarkable. One day the man be inelligible for that award.
Despite my desire to look forward I cannot ignore the temptation to glance back, aware that The Times is part of the Murdoch empire, you know, the one that is embroiled in phone hacking and corruption between journalists, police and politicians. The News of the World is no more and more of the central characters will find themaselves breakfasting at Her Majesty’s pleasure before it is all over. Some will be hung out to dry; Coulson already has his legal funding stopped and from there it is but a small step to Cameron. What lies ahead?
And so my thoughts turn to the year ahead, selfish thoughts, of matters close to home. The Urchins will continue to develop, too briskly for an old man at times, but what joy there is in being a part of that, a guiding hand one hopes, learning all the time from past mistakes. The years go by, and FirstBorn will reach his quarter century, whilst the PD, who managed to put in an appearance at the Big Boxing Day Bash, gets the key to the door so to speak, assured always of a welcome through this open door.
The bookshelves have been replenished with fresh material and already I have the first of my favoured reads for the 2012 list under way. I know, after only the first couple of chapters, that it will start that list, ; and I know its author will be the source of more joys, for he has been in my sights for some time. I’ll keep you in suspense for now, but when I get round to it, I hope also to bring colour to his words, with a picture of said volume. For the much desired new camera has arrived and all I need now is the ability; the ability that is to get the pictures from camera to computer and then to these pages – another learning curve.
And so, if you stick with me, I can promise another strand. There will be scenes and views from the cycleways hereabouts, but I’ll spare you the family snaps. The odd picture relevant to any topic may be possible, but not the politicians for I’ll spare you too Rosa Kleb over breakfast. And that takes us full circle, looking forward politically, Salmond with his majority, and three new opposition leaders finally in place, looking as inept as their predecessors. On the immediate political front we have the local council elections, and the very real risk that after almost 70 years in power, seventy years when the people of the East End still have the lowest mortality rates in Europe, the Labour Party could lose Glasgow City Council, and their days of cronyism and more could finally be brought to an end. Now that would really be something. Westminster escapes my view for it is early and breakfast not yet digested. Looking further ahead Westminster may not be a direct concern, but that is some years away yet.
There is little in place on the travel front for the year ahead. I had hoped for a wee break in Wales in March, but I see there is a date now for October. It is an event to hone these limited talents, so you’ll have to put up with these efforts, untutored and without outside influence, for a little bit longer. There is a date in the diary for the Cumbrian coast early in May. The family gathers for Granny’s 80th, and we gather at an old childhood haunt, in Allonby, with friends seen all too rarely. It might even be fun. The tent will have another outing in the summer, in The Netherlands, destination as yet unselected, with bikes in tow. At least that’s the thinking at the moment, the logistics remaining to be thought through. I’m guessing I’ll need an escape later in the year, but whether I risk the reliability of The Gamellawallah once again remains to be seen. And if I get that trip to Wales on the agenda there are unlikely to be sufficient brownie points to allow a second selfish sojourn. We can but dream.
And it is dreams that lie ahead. Whatever your own plans to celebrate the turn of the year, I hope that you too have hopes and wishes for the year ahead, and that you will look back on them with a smile on your face.