So there was me and Beattie up all night with our traditional egg-nog and our preferred nibbles (him a sausage surprise and me the Ginster's buffet bar) waiting for the appearance of the Scotland lad.
And nary a word or sight of him.
Is he not on as often these annual years now?
Or, to put it more sucinctly, has someone changed the frequency, Kenneth?
Still, at least we saw the old year out with a bang, as is our wont.
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