I went out to the local pub to celebrate the new year. A good evening overall, slightly spoiled by my goth-girl neighbour and friend, Maria, running off in floods to tears 15 minutes before midnight, persued by one of her many male admirers. Nothing to do with me. Maria leads a dramatic soap opera life, full of such trauma. I rang her this morning and she seemed reasonably OK. She needs to choose which man she wants, I think, and then be hard as nails towards the others.
Two very simple images to celebrate the new year (as opposed to the hugely complex drawing shown last entry).