The dawn of 2012 in London was grim and grey. Inside, warm, comfortable, the good books about my bed, the gentle breathing of my lovely wife next to me, the snoring of my teenage son in the room next door, all remind me that amidst dry reality is the comfort of hope. Just the idea that the new year may bring reward for past labour, recognition for past endeavour, a greater understanding of the whys and wherefores of personal and geopolitical history as it plays out on the streets, in the media, in parliament, in my home, is enough comfort my soul and quiet the anxious voices that scream 'THE END IS NIGH!' down the phone. So here's wishing you all...a happy new year!
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