Happy New Year!

I know, I know, it's nowhere near December but I'm staying in tonight.  It's not Matariki, it's not even the chinese new year, not an equinox, a solstice and the lunar perigee was a fortnight ago. 

But tonight the bars will (probably) be full. Grey suited men and women will have gathered in the hearts of our cities to nurse affordable cocktails and celebrate the passing of another year. Tomorrow is April first - the start of a new (financial) year - the accountants new year!

Yes tonight is (probably) the time when all true accountants will be out spending the last of the company allowance for deductible entertainment.  Later, (probably) there will be a bit of biffo over the relative merits of payments versus invoice based GST calculation, and after the collective box checking at midnight a few will (probably) linger on maudlin over the sad fact that nobody appreciates depreciation anymore.

In the morning, as they all stumble in late, on every desk will (probably) be a brand new, shrink-wrapped set of stationery...

Oh the joy in their darling hearts!

This is a festival few of us are aware of. If you see an accountant tomorrow, be sure to wish them a happy new year!

having trouble making sense of a few things

With a Fee Fie Foe!
Saw a widdle piney toe
And his eggy bobbing handy down the vine

Gone before his lunch
And no-one there to punch
he was teary, for his eggy he did pine

IT'S BEEN DONE BEFORE!
Roared a Heckler from the floor
My hat is younger than your eggy-piner

If it's silly verse you want
Then go read Immanuel  Kant
For yourn eggy couldn't hide a moral finer.

Oh wibble, wailed the stealer
I'd spin my spurtle beater
But my piney toe is tangled in the vine,

And I cannot wiggle back
Nor can change this beagle tack
Until the eggy bobbing says she's mine.


Tim R