No one mentions family these days. Except Max when he’s maudlin and in his cups. However, this has been a family time the last couple of weeks, and so… My mum used to be a great drinker. Particularly sherry, which she’d hide in the kitchen cupboards. But she’d knock anything back given half a chance, just to escape the reality of living with my dad. Anyway, New Year is a time to resolve and in her sober days she has always recommended just one thing: don’t grow old… This is a useful reminder of last things from an old woman who has drunk her fill and has tired of it. She now has 40 fags a day and looks forward to a long life!