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Oh my Goad, am feelin’ great;
Aff tae the dance flair tae gyrate.
Oor kitchen’s lookin’ like a sea
Of glam an’ glitter.
A hawd oan tae ma bevvy ticht
In case a slitter.

Sippin’ oan ma rum an’ juice;
A must admit, am feelin’ loose,
An’ dinnae wahnt tae hink aboot
The morra’s heid.
A pray an’ hope ah’ll be jist fine
Efter a feed.

Am lookin’ smashin; whit a stunner!
A drain ma gless doon in a wunner
An’ noo a really feel the need
Tae stert the show;
Grabbin’ ma wee phone fur snaps;
We’re gid tae go.

I really hate New Year – and I am at best indifferent to most of the hyperbole that surrounds it.  In my view the modern celebration of new year serves no purpose i.e. it is not religious celebration or the kind of bonding celebration of either family or wider community groups that makes something worth being called a tradition.  I can only see it being a chance to watch lots of people get drunk, not that I am against drinking, but considering I can do that any night of the year it’s not really worth staying up for the forced, expensive, jollity of it all.

Anyway, that’s a very long explanation as to why I don’t do a round-up of the year on my blog, ever.  I will however say that if there is one poetry collection that stood out for me this year is was Kei Miller’s A light song of light .  You can also listen to Mr Miller reading from the collection on the Scottish Poetry Library podcast .  I don’t feel I need to say very much about it as the writing, and his reading on the podcast (you must listen), speaks for itself more eloquently than I could.

I’ll be spending my Hogmanay, inside, warm, snuggling and catching up on some of the SPL podcasts I’ve missed this year.  However you decide to celebrate I hope you have a good one.

Oh my Goad, am feelin’ great;
Aff tae the dance flair tae gyrate.
Oor kitchen’s lookin’ like a sea
Of glam an’ glitter.
A hawd oan tae ma bevvy ticht
In case a slitter.

Sippin’ oan ma rum an’ juice;
A must admit, am feelin’ loose,
An’ dinnae wahnt tae hink aboot
The morra’s heid.
A pray an’ hope ah’ll be jist fine
Efter a feed.

Am lookin’ smashin; whit a stunner!
A drain ma gless doon in a wunner
An’ noo a really feel the need
Tae stert the show;
Grabbin’ ma wee phone fur snaps;
We’re gid tae go.


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