Happy birthday to me.
That was interesting.
Loads of stuff the likes of which I’m yet to understand happened this year, and, to be perfectly honest, a great deal of it was utterly miserable stuff. To say things are a bit of a mess is an understatement.
But, as they say (I’ve only recently found this out,) onward and upwards.
Britain enters its first postwar recession after statistics show that the economy contracted during the third and fourth quarters of last year.
The United Kingdom has been put on a three-day week.
Should I take this personally?
Arab countries announce a shortage in oil supplies, with the exception of Europe.
I’m getting the distinct feeling there’s a touch of hostility between countries in the Middle East and the United States of America.
The Dalai Lama visits the UK for the first time.
This life lark is a bit old hat now.
I’m doing ok. Fast approaching six months old.
Meanwhile, in the outside world, a day of stark contrast in the world.
Two IRA bombs detonate at Kings Cross and Euston railway stations injuring 13 people.
Whilst across the city, on Kensington High Street, the fashion store Biba reopens.