GOFFA FROM THE BLOCK

 I don't but I always have a look at Microsoft's Copilot. I presume it's meant to be pronounced Co-pilot although wouldn't be great if it was pronounced Cop-ill-ot to rhyme with Sir Lancelot?  Mmmm I don't think anywhere near as funny down on paper as it does in my head.  I digress. Here's Copilot's suggested improvement of my last post. As we approach 1 January 2026, I am mindful that this time of year often brings a sense of melancholy for me. However, I am optimistic that I will manage well, as I have developed effective strategies to stay engaged—keeping busy, maintaining social connections, and accepting invitations. This evening, I find myself reflecting on the passage of time and the absence of my parents, who passed away in 2010 and 2008. Their enthusiasm for New Year’s celebrations remains a vivid memory, particularly the Millennium, which stands out as a highlight. I recall joining my father and our neighbour Kenny at the local pub, followed by a g...

Obviously stating the bleeding obvious but tomorrow is 1 January 2026, which means blues season for me (I know I'm such a cliche). It is a thing though isn't it? (Runaway - Travelling Wilburys)  I should be ok this year. I've got enough things going on in my life to keep me occupied and I do have a tried and tested process. Keep busy, see other people, don't turn down any social offers. (She' s A Star by James just sounds so sad). I'm feeling unusually melancholic tonight, definitely feeling blue. It's late afternoon/early evening and I'm listening to a short "party" mix I compiled on  Spotify . That's what the songs in brackets is all about.  Where the fuck have those last 25 years gone?  Is that what it is for everybody?  We put it of minds tonight because we're all partying hard but there will be nowhere to hide tomorrow (Out of My Head - First Aid Kit).  I just can't stop thinking about my mam and dad (died 2010 and 2008).  I...