Editorial
Happy New Year, All Our Readers, and here we are with a mini-Crier to start off with. Small but Beautiful! Don't miss John Norris's amusing account of what happened last time it snowed round here (actually, it still hasn't really snowed... ), Guardian columnist Mark Lewinski (well, he seems to get a letter published there every week) venture into verse and of course, our redoubtable Reporter himself, back with all the news of what goes on at the PC meeting.
Now is the time of year when we thank our Advertisers for their continued support, without whom this magazine could not exist. They and the Big Society, of course, or rather Little Society, our distributors, our advertising department, our computer department, out columnists and all those people who give freely of their time to make this little publication what it is. If you like reading the Crier, perhaps you'd like to contribute too? Give us a ring, post a snippet or snap through our door or click on the email. Or alternatively, just send us a donation - as usual, funds are on the low side!
Lastly, a tragic Christmas tale involving me, just to cheer you up. On Christmas Eve,, a friend and I set out to collect the Christmas Eve salmon from Newmarket. We are very old friends and about the same age. On the way, we picked up a hitchhiker and chatted all the way to Newmarket, finally dropping him off outside the Jockey Club. As he got out, he turned and said over his shoulder "Mother and daughter, I presume?" !!!!! Immediate end of extremely old friendship... .