DECEMBER!
I think that  the time may be approaching when I may have to wrest this website away from Clanger's clutches.I am reminded of one of my favourite films, Dead of Night: Michael Redgrave, a nightclub ventriloquist, becomes possessed by his dummy and loses his identity completely.

If you've never seen the film, shame on you; you've missed
the most frightening of all British horror films. More info can be found by clicking here, but  always remember, there's always room for just one more inside, sir.

Anyway, this month, I'm giving over most of the monthly message to photographs. I may tack a serious bit onto the end...
The bit before Christmas: Islington's Revenues Department has a day-trip down Upper Street.
It's not easy working in local government: sometimes I feel that I bear the  brunt of every gripe in Islington. Things though, are now getting better. The Audit Commission has now officially upgraded us from being a "poor" Council to being a "weak" one.That may sound as if we are being told that now rather than being like Fred West we now resemble Rose instead, but I suppose  it is progress of a sort.
Revenues staff are released from captivity, blinking in the unaccustomed light of day
On the way back from our day-trip, two of my colleagues break into "Singin' in the Rain"
Christmas: back to the formless place in the Midlands and Auntie Al's
Auntie Al  has been mistaken for Catherine Zeta Jones. Not by Michael Douglas, though.
Dad, looking rather jolly at Christmas lunch.
My cousin Greg, who has committed the unpardonable sign of growing taller than me. He is a drummer in the popular beat-combo, Fear of String. Photos of him looking arty and moody, as well as audio clips of the band can be found here.
My mother and cousin Emily were joined by Saffie from Absolutely Fabulous. Well, no actually, it's just my sister. Spooky resemblance, though.
New Year: Many thanks to Lynn & Duncan for a wonderful meal, and for bearing my ranting  with much more fortitude than I deserve
Clockwise, from bottom left: I discover that Clanger has sired some progeny; helping  the aforementioned stud choose the wine in Sainsbury's; Duncan looking cerebral and contented; Helen at the stroke of midnight; Lynn, finding her inner om; Martin, Colin & Julia.
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