I wasn't going to log on at all today but something cropped up! The new year's eve celebrations went well with lots of good food provided by Mrs W and we had a family supper prior to young Master W going out to a party. We ate again at midnight, different food, and opened a bottle of Gardet Champagne 1983, very nice. Master W called just after midnight to wish us HNY. Mrs W and I made out little speeches in which we expressed our wishes for the coming year. Pottered around a bit and heard some really loud fireworks exploding somewhere nearby. Gawped at the television for a while and managed to nod off in the chair at around 0130. Mrs W already in the boudoir getting ready to zzzz when I went up at 0200. I set the VCR to record an episode of Mrs W's favourite "slop" (soap opera!) that was due to start at 0230 ... for some reason it failed to record. Must look into it! In case I haven't made it abundantly clear yet, the choice of things to watch on the television this Christmas here in the UK has been the worst I have ever known. There has been hour after hour of garbage with only the merest hint of Christmas running through them. The other thread that has been apparent has been homsexuality. Sorry to appear homophobic but British television now is thriving on homosexual men who have come out and are keen to be seen in very high profile situations wearing gold clittery jackets, sporting that semi lisp that they feel they need to have and, of course, camping it up. Who falls for this rubbish? Let them be homosexual. Let them be successful. Let them be good at what they do. But let them leave their sexuality at home: we don't label everyone else as heterosexual and make a fuss of how they aren't homosexual ... says a lot about modern Britain, I think! Unusually controversial for me, that! DW