Seeing The New Year In!
By Ronnie Bray
Our chosen method for seeing the New year in these pastfew years has been to watch the Waterford crystal Ball fallin New York’s Times Square, wish each other a Happy New year, and then take to out beds. It is a sound plan, andit works to our advantage – usually! This year, it didn’t goaccording to plan thanks to a few local law breakers and anelephant of a dog called Belle, our sweet Groenendael.This year it was different. We couldn’t wait for New York to do what London and Australia had done hour earlier, andso we retired early, being tired, and, being ancient, we canget away with it without folks thinking it strange.Saturday night we are treated by the local public broadcasting system putting on Hyacinth Bucket [carefulhow you pronounce that!], followed by Judi Dench andGeoffrey Palmer’s ‘As Time Goes By,’ which is followed by one of my firm favourites that is tolerated by my wife,“Last of The Summer Wine.’ After I see ‘Last Of TheSummer Wine,’ which is a travelogue about the region of my birth, an anthropological study about the inhabitants,and a sociological study about how to get along together with a variegated population when it is markedly variedand totally incompatible in all the important avenues of life.The tiredness, to which I referred early, was so potent that Idropped into Nepenthe’s arms whilst Geoffrey Palmer was