I don’t bother with New Year’s Eve these days. Gone are the wild parties of my disaffected youth, the conga has drawn to a halt, there is no more kissing of strangers or midnight choirs, just a glass of pseudo champers and an early night. Do I sound like a champion party pooper? The truth is that I am just eager for the new year to begin. After the black hole (albeit a pleasant one) of pre-Christmas, real Christmas, post-Christmas and “anyone any idea what day it is?”mas I am eager to get going with this 2015 malarkey. Ready to experience all those adventures lurking around the corner. Ready to face whatever challenges this new year will bring. So today, on the first day of 2015, I wish you the same as I wish myself – may we get what we deserve and may we deserve what we get. Be brave and kind and a bit daft, listen to others, notice the small things. And when things go wrong, as they undoubtedly will, I wish you strength and humour and a good friend to share the burden. Oh, and most importantly, whenever possible fit in a sneaky cartwheel. Happy New Year!