Your Reaper has absolutely no idea what he's going to do this evening. I have no plans, and the idea of going out, paying prices that are even more extortionate than normal at the pub for a pint or glass of red, and then paying another extortionate amount for some cabbie to take me back home - I refuse to drive even if I've just had a small drink, it's my personal choice - doesn't appeal too much to me. Though I could yet be tempted. I've just had a look at the TV schedule and it's even more dreary and depressing than it is on a normal day.
In case I'm not back online this evening, The Grim Reaper Writes would like to wish all his readers a Happy New Year. Unlike the Government, your Reaper won't be clobbering you with tax rises in the New Year for reading his blog. He won't be bleeding you dry by increasing the rate of VAT to 20% from next Tuesday. He won't be forcing you to work until the end of May in order to pay his bills. Nor will he be punishing you by pushing up the cost of your petrol and diesel from tomorrow with a fuel duty rise.
He will, however, try to keep giving you his take on news and events from all around the world and all sorts of different subjects through 2011. Can't say fairer than that.
If you're going out, enjoy. If you're staying in and keeping a bottle of red as company, enjoy. Don't get too drunk, though...