Auld lang syne

There have been times when I found myself celebrating the arrival of the New Year in an outgoing manner. The image above is proof that I even danced with the girl to whom I was married at the time, mid-eighties, when we were visiting London and were invited to a party at which the wife of the host (Swedish, I think) decided that head-gear of some sort was a capital wheeze!

The end of 1978 (one of my best years!) was observed with four of us having a splendid dinner in the best restaurant in the little town of Zug, in Switzerland. Not married in those days, though, oh no.

Seems I wore the same Dougie Hayward grey-flannel double-breasted suit on both occasions. Well, this year the suit is just a memory nor is there a proximate Scandinavian presence that I can perceive. And so I shall make do with BBC Radio 4.

Happy New Year!