For me, personally, and I suspect for many others, the New Year really only begins when the sole option remaining in my Christmas chocolate assortment gift box is that crunchy brown pellet thing, lurking there amongst the empty wrappers in an undefined space sort of next to where the strawberry creme used to be. I'm sure you know the one I mean. It tastes rather similar to what I imagine biting into an dirty toenail would be like; and since the offending confection is usually double-deckered, think of two toenails, lumped together, then smothered with congealing carob grease, and finally stuffed into the box by a sweaty chocolatier when his supervisor wasn't looking. Happy New Year.
Meanwhile, these were my Cultural Brights Spots of 2006:
Although it didn't contain the famous nude of Lady Caroline, the Rex Whistler retrospective in Brighton was a obviously a good thing for those of us who enjoy whimsical artwork.
"A Temple of Texts" by William H. Gass provided a good read for those who like a good read.
The Brothers Quay flummoxed me again with "The Piano Tuner of Earthquakes." I'm not so sure that my attention is actually rapt by their movies, but they are the only good movies I can think of being made today. Although I suppose Pedro Almodovar's "Volver" with Penelope Cruz wasn't too bad.
Erm, oh dear, I think that's it.
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