New Year, bonhomie and all that. I would therefore like to extend to all my esteemed colleagues on the OTF of WF, my best wishes for famine, drought, bunions, a major gas explosion in your next door neighbours house, liver or heart disease (whichever one you got a bigger one of), a rat infestation, a washing machine fail when you're down to your last pair of minging pants, a major lice infestation for your children's scalps, your mother-in-law to camp up with you permanently, pestilence, storms, acid rain, a blowout on the free-way at 120mph, substantial tax hikes, your NFL team gets knocked out in the play-offs, one leg of your bed to collapse when you're just about to get it on for only the second time this year, volcanic lava flows (if you live in the vicinity), your pet gets squished by the refuse collectors this week, and the occasional mugging for you or your grandmother in early January.
Do you know it's quite easy to choke on regurgitated Christmas leftovers. Don't do it . . Oh, go on then! And keep away from squirrels. You don't know where their nuts have been.
Enjoy the New Year. I'll see you soon. Probably sooner than you think.
Ricardo Furtado