Have once again entered a bit of a subdued, reflective night.  This never turns out well, especially with the last 12 months playing over in my head still  Vodka time.

Anyway, musical pick is my current track.  Snow Patrol – Finish Line.

After a stressful Monday, there’s nothing like a nice relaxing track and the soothing voice of Hayley Williams (sandwich?  I think so).

Paramore’s new album is due out towards the end of this month, however today’s music pick is brought to you in the form of a live recording of ‘Franklin’, taken from All We Know is Falling.

Imagine to my surprise having purchased £250 of next generation gaming console that it does not work with my Netgear router, even with its newfangled 3.0 update.

In fact, it seems, it seems at this point that in order to fix this I may have to:

1. Run a network cable, rather than use wireless – not convenient.
2. Disable wireless security – ill advised, frankly.
3. Downgrade my router firmware – I purchased this router in 2007…

This is not really a good start to the review I’m writing for HB…watch this space.

I arrive today, feeling like I’ve not actually been away. Yes, that nearly rhymes, though not intentionally. I do like poetry, but I’m not writing a sodding Haiku. Anyway, I digress.

I look forward to pretending to being happy to see some of you, while others I can’t wait to be back hanging out with. At some point, however, the pretense will stop. Possibly in a cider-induced haze in between comas. Possibly in the full throes of sobriety, though I suspect not.

This year threatens to be arguably the most important one EVER. That said, a hopefully more relaxed Colonel will be back for some Wray and Nephew session, with Big Bear joining to ease stresses. No OAP porn this year though. I had nightmares about obese grandmothers cramming every orifice with condensed milk.

Ideally, the smoking habit will be kicked, but if my recent moods have been anything to go by, this is probably unlikely.

Dr Cox will probably make more of berk of himself as well.

I am looking forward to attempting to learn Welsh. Lloyd and Sharyn and better be helpful.

It’s going to be a good year, one way or the other, and if you’re along for the ride, give me a ‘hell yeah!’ and have a beer. If you’re not, you will be asked to leave the train.

And if you’re not down with that, I’ve got two words for ya…

Airsoft win.

The most bizarre thing happened today, at 11am there was a procession of people dressed in black wandering up the road.

“Oh no, Jehovah’s… balls.” was my first thought. How wrong was I.

Okay, they were Jehovah’s but not only did they have a modicum of common sense and interpreted I was a tad busy at the time, but they were also seriously tasty sandwiches. As in, geeky kinda sandwiches, not the run of the mill model sandwich, more the kind that i like. Was a very pleasant wake-up call, they didn’t preach (must be amateurs, and/or didn’t really want to be there), were pleasant, had a bit of banter and were fine.

If they sent more people like that they’d probably be more successful.