It’s late afternoon of New Year’s Eve and already I’m drinking shandy. For the non-Australians who may be reading this, shandy is a hideous girl drink: half beer, half lemonade. Any fair dinkum Aussie bloke caught quaffing it would be routinely kicked to death by passers by.Got down 3,000 words yesterday. Only 1,500 today plus a swag of Cosmos rejections. Cleaned the house in preparation for our annual dinner with and . The four of us just can’t be arsed battling the drunken crowds so we usually spend it couch bound with a couple of DVDs. Yeah, we have turned into boring old people now that you mention it.Three funerals aside, 2010 was harsh, but fair in most respects. Spent most of it slaving over a hot keyboard and I expect next year to bring more of the same. I reckon I’ve hit the sweet spot with my prose. Now…