I got a fair way through writing a long and thoughtful New Year-related diatribe about the confusing challenge of remoulding one's life after university, but it ran out of steam and I also realised there are beers, musical instruments and lovely people downstairs, rendering the continued use of the internet tonight something of a sad waste, so all I will post tonight, for the record, is this:
My New Year's resolution is to do more sit-ups and press-ups each day than I managed the day before. These might sound like the shallow, vain actions of a man obsessed with his appearance, but anyone who has ever seen my hair or my clothes will know otherwise. It is simply because, although it is winter here, I'm off to Australia soon during what I assume will be roughly their summer, and I'd like not to be laughed at when I go to the beach. Luckily, I will be accompanied by the whitest man I have ever met, but it would be nice to have to rely on distraction techniques.
Time to go - Happy New Year, everybody.
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