Twenty twenty-five. The plus points: it was exactly three hundred and sixty-five days long. Can’t fault it there. Other than that; rubbish. So, if you’re sat on your sofa bloated with Quality Street and cheese and in need of cheering up, join Karl Minns (The Nimmo Twins) and everyone’s favourite single-mum in pink; She Go, as they sift through the local and national news of the last year and try and find something, anything, to smile about.
War, footy, Julie Reinger, England flags, that phone box all those pensioners saved near Holt: it’ll possibly all be there, plus a possible visit from other characters. I’ve no idea. I haven’t written it yet. But trust me, it’ll be fine. And let’s face facts; what else are you going to do in January? Go to the gym? Starting changing your life? Fat chance.
