It's written in the stars

So, how about that 2024, eh?

- BEN TROVATO CUT&RUN

o, how about that 2024, eh? What an absolute shocker of a... ah, who cares. If you celebrated New Year's Eve properly on Tuesday night, or whenever it was, you will have sustained minimal brain damage and struggle to remember anything that happened last year. This is the natural order of things. We do. We regret. We move on. It's the cycle of laugh.

I'm more interested in this year. 2025 has the ring of promise to it. Here's my first prediction. In precisely a year from today, we will stand around the braai and shake our greying heads and agree that there has never been a worse year than 2025 in the history of recorded time. And we will all agree that 2026 will be so much better.

Frankly, it's a mystery how we evolved from dolphins and yet they are so much smarter than us today.

But for now, while we are unaware of the fresh horrors to be unleashed upon us, let us be blindly optimistic and relentlessly cheerful. By now the bastards are already lining up to grind us down, but this could be the year we turn things around and grind THEM down.