h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The New Year arrives in a shower of fireworks and the wailing scream of an unattended car alarm (why, oh, why, do people even bother with those damn things anymore!). Mind you someone round here saw fit to christen every night with the crackle and bang of fireworks, which they had no doubt picked up from the local Sainsburys (might have to consider sending the supermarket a complaint... I mean, for heavens sakes, fireworks!?!).

The television, for those who have a keen desire to maintain good relationships with their livers and eardrums, is appalling as usual. I don't know... I mean, no one watches the Lottery round here anymore surely - so why base a whole New Year show on the damn theme. Pah!

So, I sit here and watch DVDs with my wife. The rest of the crew have disappeared upstairs having been treated to nibbles and yet another run through Pokemon 2000 (I have to admit I thought it was better the second time around... maybe it's time to update the entry on it). I'm a happy man here... I don't need the music and the alcohol, the clubs and the chaos, the crowds and the madness. Things are good, and I look forward to 2001 with a pleasant uncertainty. What will it hold for me? For us? For everyone? Presumably no Big Black Monoliths?!