So here we are in a brand new year: 2013. Some stay 13 is unlucky, but when you were born in 1963 it is not unlucky, but something to celebrate. This is the year we put away worries of a mid-life crisis and instead enjoy all the things life has to offer. Turning fifty in 25 days is something that I dwell upon from time to time, but as The Consul and Kentucky will atest too … we’re still the same old fuckers that were down the Fenton back in the 80’s. Just a little bit older. Happy New Year everyone and let’s get this party started!