One of my great joys in life before lockdown (remember that?) was travelling to different cities and towns across the UK and Europe.
It looks like the scam artists have been spending their lockdown dreaming up new and elaborate ways to con the rest of us.
In the past year, we have almost become used to worse news piling on bad news.
In these heady days of video chats and meetings I have wrestled with the thorny problem of what to do with my background.
Today will be exactly a year since I went into lockdown.
Rather than tune in to the Harry and Meghan show, I was sorely tempted to watch old reruns of Star Trek.
Lights, camera, action... and isn’t it good to see the north-east getting a starring role on film and TV?
There is a sense of history coming full circle with the plans for flats to be created at the Monkey House on Union Street.
Anyone who has ever had the misfortune to sit through any form of grassroots committee meeting will have recognised the viral stars of Handforth.
Lockdown V.2 has been, ahem, interesting.
So, a little over three weeks since Boris Johnson hailed his post-Brexit deal as a huge success, can we all agree it is anything but?
The starting gun has already been fired in the race to tell Scotland how poor, how small, how weak and how useless it is.
If I was told I had to drive to a field in Dyce at 3am on a wild and stormy Saturday morning to get a Covid-19 vaccine, I would be there without a second’s hesitation.
I am determined to do something in 2021 I’ve never achieved before... keep my New Year’s resolutions.
Just three days left until we can finally put behind us the nightmare that is 2020.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas... well, as merry as you can make it.
I expect any day now to see a coronavirus graph showing that the fewer days to Christmas, the higher the level of public recklessness.
Can we all agree that Brexit is as far from an oven-ready deal as you can get... more like a dog’s breakfast?
I demand all screenings of Braveheart carry a warning that it is a work of fiction.
Christmas is a time for giving, so shop, eat and drink local and give them the chance to keep their heads above water. You can even buy a Christmas tree from them. Just don’t put it up until mid-December.
ANd with that, the clouds parted, a shaft of sunlight descended and a heavenly choir burst into an angelic chorus of “hallelujah”.
As all the clips of people celebrating the dumping of Donald Trump popped up on my timeline, I thought “I’ve seen this before”.
In the teeth of the coronavirus storm, there is one group of people who have been cruelly neglected and whose voices need to be heard.
We have seven days left to save the Free World as we know it.
I don't need any convincing we live in extraordinary times but, if I did, the harsh reality was brought home by, of all things, Strictly Come Dancing.
Nicola Sturgeon has lost me a bit with the no booze inside at all, no food inside after 6pm, but out you go and freeze your bits off if you fancy a pint and a takeaway burger at an outside table up to 10pm.
When I was wee, we were always told that in America, anyone could be president.
The last six months has been hard, but we have achieved so much together. Don’t start losing the plot now.
I am so excited for the brave new world of post-Brexit Britain and the myriad benefits it will bring.
Henceforth, I have decided I will drive at 80mph to help me get around the north-east that bit faster. Yes, I know that’s illegal, however, I will only be breaking the law in a very specific and limited way. It’s just a small matter of going 10mph faster than the speed limit when it suits me.