It is time once more for long lazy Christmas lie-ins under the nice warm duvet, what with the entire family at Chez Hunt now either furloughed or put into a mandatory Xmas leave period, so I bid a sad goodbye to the early 6am-ups to elbow my way into the crowded shower rota, and the opportunity to prepare breakfasts and packed lunches for many hungry mouths.
It is during one of those freshly discovered lazy interludes that I am accosted by her indoors with excited phone-based video imagery of the winner of this year’s Strictly Come Dancing TV show. No less than Bill Bailey, the comedian and actor from the noble Black Books television series (and familiar face on Never Mind the Buzzcocks) – who at 55 is the oldest champion of Strictly… the newly crowned God-Emperor of Dad Dancing.
This brings me a great and curious joy.
In a world where Bill Bailey can win this danciest of dance contests, surely anything is possible for old farts such as myself? I could become the first man to walk on Mars if I take up Elon on his kind offer. Perhaps I might create the world’s greatest business worth a quadrillion? Or establish first contact with extraterrestrials?
I now hope for great things in 2021, beyond just a jab in the arm and a return to normal.
I shall awaken on Christmas morning, lean out of my window, and accost some young ragamuffin in the snowy street below with the words, “You there, boy! What tier is this?”
The taste of life will be as sweet as rain upon my tongue. And I hope it is equally delicious for you, too.