2018 ! Christmas 2018. So, here I stand at the threshold of another Christmas. Joy to the world!

Christmas tunes are playing. Mince pies are waiting to be eaten. Bottles of Cava, Port and whiskeys (sans ice) stand ready to be downed. Hangovers to be endured.

However, the 2018 band is still playing, the dancers are still on the floor and our story has not yet finished.

So over the next few days, I’ll be revisiting the year on this blog. Looking at the hits. The frequent duds. The blogposts where I was on it (like a bonnet). The diatribes where I missed the mark like a current day BBC comedian at a Northern working men’s club in the 70’s.

We’ll review Normandy. Trier. The Lake District. So many places.

My many attempts to capture history on these pages.

The music I listened to, reviewed, included as a YouTube video

And. And. Mick Taylor. Mick Bloody Taylor. That article I wrote a couple of years ago still tops the charts as the most popular thing I’ve ever written. That one article accounts for between 30 - 50% of the traffic on the site.

I’m a one hit wonder. That’s what I am. I’m the bloody Birdies Song. I’m Joe Dolce. I’m Cinderella Rockafella.

Roll with it.

Laters potatas!

Tim