I don't reckon I'll miss the year, since it was a bit of a flat one, with a lot of time spent pushing at nudging at stuff that may or may not give out in 2010. There's years like that, but it doesn't mean you want to be living it, really. But, oh well. The year will be done shortly. On the news this morning it said that people had slept overnight in Sydney to watch the fireworks that happen at the Harbour. It told me that Charlie Sheen was apparently the world's highest paid sitcom comedy star. And it finished with a moment where a security expert in the US advised that Middle Eastern men between the ages of 18 and 40 be targeted in airports by security. The news reporter said that he meant Muslim men.
This is the year we're leaving.