One week into 2007 and I still have that good feeling about things that I had on New Year's Eve. Must try to keep this up, it may become a habit.
Haven't quite gotten round to the customary New Year's detox yet though. Kinda difficult when you still have 27 bottles of Christmas-present wine in the kitchen, all winking at you when meal-times approach or when there's something good on TV.

Plus, in the UK at least, these are the dark months, when fun and frivolity are in short supply, and for many of us some kind of libation seems somehow respectful of the very season itself. Y'know, that's probably one of the basic tenets of Wicca. Or similar.
Mind you, if the Wickerman movie (the 1973 original pop-kids, not seen the 2006 remake yet) is anything to go by, being constantly lashed, singing a lot then doing it on the lawn behind the pub actually brings you closer to God instead of being exiled to the abode of the damned. A pretty good deal all in all.
Anyhoo, as the wind and rain hammer down on the roof of Chez Sonique I ask, who am I to question the wisdom of the Gods?
Cheers m'dears...