One more year done…

Somehow I’ve managed to drag myself through another year without being turned into Findus Crispy Pancakes or be nuked by Donald Trump high on drugs and the smell of prostitutes piss. So I have got into another year full of fresh horrors.

aging

What the year ahead has for us remains to be seen, but thanks to all the birthday wishes and thanks for sticking with me as we all race to become skeletons.