2010

Right, it’s the New Year. Welcome 2010. You may very well WANT to be a better year than the previous, cause I am armed and dangerous for this one. I am armed to the teeth with very sharp knives, and if you don’t watch it 2010, I WILL stab you, skin you and fry you with fava beans. Or maybe stick you on a spit and watch you slow roast with an apple in your mouth. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.

And don’t bother me with your New Year resolutions 2010, ‘cos I am not interested. I have never bothered making resolutions, cause the previous years have learnt that I never, never, EVER stick with the bloody things. The previous years have learnt that I have usually broken every one of the resolutions I make ... usually by lunch time on the first day of the year. Hell, 2010, I have probably broken most before I wake from my drink induced slumber.

Oh alright, I will try to make three, you twisted my arm you bastard.

I shall call them vows.

I vow to have lots and lots and lots of fun; whenever I get the chance. Be it at my own dumb expense or the dumb expense of others. Laughing is fun. Laughing at other people is funner! *smiles* I think this is one that I can keep for the year, don’t you 2010?

I vow to photograph and draw lots and lots and lots; whenever I get the chance. This one I am guaranteed to achieve. It’s a shoe in. Have never failed on this promise yet. Proud of me, 2010?

I vow to eat chocolate. ‘Nuff said. This one is a no fail vow. I think I can hold up my end of the bargain 2010. You, just have to NEVER have a chocolate shortage this year. Otherwise, remember the sharp knives in my knife roll? You do? Brilliant! Because an unchocolated Pixie, is a bad tempered Pixie.

Right, I am off to slaughter chickens and bath in their blood; purely for the reason of keeping my skin looking youthful, mind you. Remember 2010, I have my eye on you and a sharp knife in my hand!