the brilliantly leaping gazelle

So. That was 2025. Will 2026 be any better? Probably not. The things which were already bad will undoubtedly get worse and the things that were already worse will get even worse. Some of the things that were bad or worse, may appear to be improving, but alas, this will be false. They will simply not deteriorating, that’s all. And some new things will appear out of nowhere, much as they do every year, to add yet more drama, frustration and concern to 2026. 

And much like New Years Eve 2024, I’ll be seeing in the New Year watching the fireworks here in Southwold. It’s a remarkably civilised way to do it. People gather all along the coast path while on the beach below others set off fireworks. Loads of them. It’s not one display; it’s loads of smaller ones. Three things make it charmingly civilised.

Firstly, there are no hi-vis jackets anywhere, no sign of anything official, just adults being adults and not being treated as 8year olds. Secondly, no music. One of my hates, is when music is added to fireworks, and it always seems to be the kind of pop music that is bass and not much else. Which means I don’t get the full value from all the bangs. Thirdly people will be drinking but not in a messy way; no technicolour yawns, no shouty arguments and no fisticuffs.

Just adults being adults, doing adult things without other adults supervising them, banging on about safe drinking levels or some other fun sponge piffle.

And just like last year, I’ll be a bit champagne-tastic. The last thing I’ll want do first thing in 2026 is post a blog. So, with a nod to Valerie, John and Peter, this is one I wrote earlier.