James Griffin. Photo / Dean Purcell
So that's just about it then, 2010-wise. We'll just get the Christmas thing out of the way, then the year of our Lord 2010 will be, historically speaking, history. Bye bye and all that, and will 2011 enter and sign in please.
Bit of a pity really, because I quite
liked 2010 as a year. Not for anything that happened (or didn't happen), but mainly because I liked the sound of 2010. Twenty-ten? Simple, rolled off the tongue quite readily; much better than twenty-eleven will do. Okay this is probably not the greatest reason under the sun to feel fondness for any given year, but I'm working with what I've got here, okay?
Now obviously we don't get a say in what calendar year follows what other year or if we'd like to repeat the same-numbered year just because we like the sound of it, like repeating 6th form. So move on we must, into 2011 - or the year of the Rugby World Cup, as it seems to be being billed already, like nothing else of any importance is likely to take place over the 365 days that will start with 20 and end in 11.
This is wrong, because there are heaps of excellent things, other than rugby-related stuff, that are going to happen in 2011. I know this for a fact because there are several (to quote Jack Black in just about every film he's ever made) "awesome" ideas I've been working on in my head that I'm sure will come to fruition in the forthcoming year.
A button on the dashboard of your car that you push when you want to parallel park without looking like a spatially- challenged dingle-dongle, is high on my agenda. Push the button and the car takes over the whole backing/turning/straightening process, so you can sit back and enjoy the ride without the fear of running the tyre up on the kerb while the nose of the car is still at a 45-degree angle to the footpath. Mid-June 2011 I'm picking for this to launch.
