Seamus was hardly hiding under the bed - schmoozing madly is more like it, only exceeded in that department by Alice the cat. Seamus and I went out for a short but vigorous walk on New Year's day.

Sinsull, thanks for looking after our pictures. It wouldn't be traditional if I didn't leave something behind.

Thanks to everyone. The session at the Press Room was was one of the best I've heard for a long time. There were two, count 'em, two Irish bouzoukis. One lady played and sang some Greek songs that knocked me out. I was wishing we could instantly transport El Greko across the Atlantic so he could join in with his 12 string.

Edmund