Happy New Year one and all. Yes, 2009 is finally behind us, and a new decade beckons. I've never known a year that so many people claimed to be their worst. Say what you like but there's definitely something astrological going on there pop-kids. As is my custom I stayed at home on the last night of 2009. Apart from my aversion to Auld Lang Syne-orientated revelry it didn't seem like a good idea to give whoever's in charge Up There one last chance to rain down misfortune on my year. Thus fine wine, pizza and a Robert De Niro flick sealed the deal for me last night. That said, I still do the flinging-the-front-door-open-at-midnight thing, and watching the fireworks etc, so I'm not a complete New Year party pooper. Right boys & girls, helmets on and here we go into the Great Unknown...