And so this is Christmas

As rubbish as Christmas is, (which is very), I'm sure we all appreciate the chance to wind down and bid good riddance to an absolute dog of a year.

It's been a rollercoaster ride of downs, downs and deeper-and-downs, but let's raise a glass to those who've emerged smelling of roses. Or at least smelling salts and oil of wintergreen.

People have asked me where I'm going to put my money next year; I'm increasingly tempted to jack it in and take the Ken Dodd approach to accountancy.

But the channel's always been like the Mafia - the sharp suits, trophy women, rampant machismo and casual violence. And, just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!
Bottoms up, everyone - here's to a disgustingly lucrative 2010!

Happy Christmas one and all!