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| Everyone cuddle - the world's ending! |
Phew...well, that was a close one, and when I say close, obviously I mean that in this day and age we should probably take the word of a nation of South Americans who thought ritual bloodletting was the height of sophistication with a large pinch of salt (as per government health guidelines of course).
Anyhoo, here we are in good old 2013. No Olympics to look forward to. No Jubilee. No American Election. God, what's the point?
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| Screw that - let's dance!! |
Fear not planet! There is always something to be excited about. However in the dim dark days of January, when the whole country appears to be on a massive sugar/ cheese/ turkey/ mince pie downer, it is hard to look forward to a great deal.
The Six Nations obviously features highly in the Husband's diary for 2013 - a couple of weeks of bellowing and despair.
Maybe that's how the Mayan's imagined the world would sound like at the end.....
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