Hey gidday mates. At time of writing, you’re either recovering from last night’s party, preparing for the evening to come, or about to ring in the new year. I’m currently in the middle part of that equation — I just got out of the shower, I’m about to throw on a suit, I’ve got friends coming over for drinks, then we’re all headed out to Miss Lily’s to celebrate the end of this year Jamaican-style. 2013 might not go down as my favourite year of all time, but I’m a firm believer that the best is yet to come, so things can only get better. Am I right or am I right?
Wherever you are in the world, I wish you a happy, safe and successful New Year. You’re my mate!!! I forgive you in advance for taking a few days off from reading the blog — you are on holiday after all — but make sure you check back in before Monday, because I’m flying out to London for the first leg of the European men’s shows this Saturday. Until then, I’ll leave you with a couple of lines from a beautiful poem by Rudyard Kipling named If, which my Dad put to music a few years ago:
“If you can dream — and not make dreams your master; If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster — and treat those two impostors just the same… Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it. And — which is more — you’ll be a man, my son.”
p.s. Can you believe Isaac Likes is turning six this year?? That’s gotta be at least 85 in blog years.
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