no pressies for me please

Self assessment time is here again. That wonderful time of year when we get to reflect on the past 12 months, assess our performance, measure how the Jones’ did, and don’t forget to spend all your savings for the good of the western world.

In hindsight my own performance has been pretty poor. As I get older I only seem to get worse at keeping in touch with old friends. I think that if there were any caves left to go and hide in, a certain part of me would leap at the chance to become a hermit. That doesn’t mean I don’t love and appreciate my friends, I just find communicating at a distance hard to do. I don’t like talking on the phone, e-mailing, or writing letters. The best measure I have is how easy it is to get drunk and have a pleasant time with someone, even if you haven’t seen or heard from each other in 10 years.

So to all of you from all the decades I have had a hand in, as long as one of us remembers that night I’ll always be able to work out where my socks ended up. Unless the rumours about ‘Sock world’ are true?

Having at one time been nicknamed ‘Mr Serious’ I was delighted to see published results demonstrating that happiness and misery spread through social networks to 3 degrees of separation. Of course now it seems obvious. We have all come across someone who dampens the atmosphere of a party. At least now I understand the glazed looks in strangers eyes when I mention my name, their quick shufty to another part of the party and their eagerness to discuss the subtleties of universal constants and their impact upon the physics of (this) universe. Obviously I have a very miserable friend, and all that time I thought it was me???

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