Today,  of course, sees the dawn of a new decade. Part of me thinks I should write an entry summing up the last one, but I don’t think I could. Where on earth would I begin? It was, by turns, both incredible and devastating. When I think about all the amazing things I did over the last ten years, about moving to London, living with  Lyn, and then breaking up, it blows my mind. I have grown so much as a person. At the same time, I can’t help thinking that the world is now in a much darker place than it was in 2010. The first half of the decade was fine, but in 2016 it obviously took a turn for the worse, and I can’t help feeling very pessimistic about where things will now end up.

Nonetheless, that shouldn’t stop us celebrating  the new year: a new decade brings with it new opportunities. The 1920s were famous for their fun and exuberance, at least among a certain group of young American expats, so much so that they were called the Roaring Twenties. We are once again in the twenties; let’s make them roar.