New Years Eve. A time for reflection. 24 hours where you can sit and think about the past 365 days (or 366 in a leap year, obviously. I wouldn’t want to appear yearist)

So what have I learnt? Well the most recent discovery is that my autocorrect wants to change ‘yearist’ to ‘testosterone’ which is strange. Just because I choose to make up words, dear iPhone, it doesn’t mean that I want you to stifle my creativity. In fact, creativity in my caffeinated world is seldom seen past an initial coffee-driven idea.

The other thinks I learnt today was how I look with a months growth of facial hair. So how do I look? Distinguished. Debonair. Decadent. All words that don’t describe the look at all. In fact, keeping with the d-word theme, I’d probably plump for down-and-out or degenerate.

Maybe the new year will bring in a clean-shaven start. Perhaps it will start slightly hairier than it finished. It might even start with a decent facial-hair based pun on the previous entries last line.

But it probably won’t.

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