The Ancient Roman general Sulla twice turned his armies on Rome. Caesar just the once. Later. But who remembers Sulla? Crossing the Rubicon trumps The Battle of the Colline Gate in our collective memory. Which just goes to show that posterity goes to the those that write things down (Caesar) against those that don't (Sulla).
Yeah, a new year hasn't blunted the edge of my pretentiousness. If anything the Xmas break has sharpened it. When not overeating or drinking, I used the time to read up on the decline of the Roman Republic whilst simultaneously ploughing through the decline of the Empire four hundred years later.
I think it's called having depth. Polymathic. Or being single. Whatever.*
Which is I guess a somewhat irrelevant introduction to the real purpose of this blog - tying up loose ends. And what loose ends are these, Tim? Well, the loose ends that I left on this blog at the end of 2016. And no, by loose ends, I don't mean the lady in Quench Bar in Burgess Hill a couple of weeks ago who I never called. **
What I mean is - yawn - Christmas songs.
- Best crooner type - Frank Sinatra - The Christmas Waltz
- Best cheesy Xmas song - Last Christmas (RIP George)
- Best carol - Can't choose. I like all five. Like a contemporary school sports day - you're all winners. ***
And lo! we become 2017. Saturnalia is over, the Xmas tree packed away, novelty Santa egg cup awaiting the chill festivities yet to come.
Let me leave you with an intimate view of Mick and Keef being surprisingly good in 2016.
* Polymathic. Whacked it in. No spell check appeared so I guess the word exists!
** Literally cannot turn it off.
*** "Ever feel you've been cheated?"