It was a low key New Year's around the Woodshed. We have some nice take-out sushi and watched the Tribute to Paul McCartney at the White House with my parents while sipping champagne. I thought this bit was the highlight of the show:
I've written about McCartney's skills as showman before. (Even if Blogger has swallowed up the first five years of this blog, the Internet is forever). As much as he was the cute and commercial face of the Beatles, you have to hand it to Sir Paul. He has written more than 200 songs that have spent a combined total of 32 years in the charts. He's been playing this one for about 45 years and he never phones it in,
I'm off to throw myself into Hamilton Bay this afternoon. My daughter is very excited about the prospect of her father going swimming with real polar bears. My wife, at least at first, also thought we were going down to the harbour to watch actual bears swim. Just wait until I take the two of them snipe hunting next summer.
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