Goodbye

[Clive]

I know it’s still daytime in the US, but it’s close to 11pm here, and I’m off to a low-key New Year’s Eve party. My thanks to Andrew, and all those readers who’ve put up with me for the past two weeks. I hope the content hasn’t lurched around too much. I know I haven’t pleased everyone, as you can tell from these two e-mails, my favourites of all the ones that have come in over the past two weeks.

This reader didn’t care for a passing reference to a weird game called cricket:

WTF is the Ashes in Australia and why would an American possibly give a f*** about the most homosexual physical activity short of male ballet and figure-skating?

And this lawyer in Maine just didn’t like me:

You are, I regret to say, a poor writer. I welcome the New Year with renewed gusto knowing I will have seen the last of your simplistic postings.

Brilliant. I’m going to print that one up and pin it in my study.

Happy New Year.