Here we are, then...

...and a good 2007 to you and yours.
I'm looking forward to an alcohol-free period of detoxification, exercise and less indulgence in chocolate and rich foodstuffs. But then, ain't we all?
I should say that despite the - suprising - reappearance at Hogmanay of last year's Broons documentary, I am NO LONGER writing the Broons and Oor Wullie scripts for the Sunday Post. No bad feeling, no falling out, I just became totally and utterly fed up with it. It was an honour to do it, especially as the first non-DC Thomson employee to be let loose on Glebe Street, but Wullie and That Family tend to take over your life...
Don't know if it'll come up again, but worth zapping with Sky Plus if you have it, is John Maclaverty's Hogmanay edition of The Cinema Show on BBC4. I only watched it because I'm in it, but it is an absolutely hilarious and absorbing look at the horrors that have passed for Hogmanay TV on the BBC. Including the infamous Gleneagles debacle of 1984/85 (Chic Murray: 'It's chaos! Chaos!)and the (in some ways worse) Edinburgh Castle show which featured a gospel choir doing Flower of Scotland. Watch it and cringe with the shame so interestingly absent from those interviewed who were and indeed still are responsible for what brings in the New Year on telly.
Caught some of this year's weather-battered stuff, and felt sorry for a clearly very tired and emotional Paolo Nutini. Still Game special was very funny, but surely the central conceit was historically inaccurate: Greg, Ford et al dress like 80-year-olds for their Still Game characters; in 1975 they'd never have looked the way they were so meticulously portrayed. It's people now in their 50s who, alas, dressed like that. Those, dare I say it, nearer Greg and Ford's real ages...