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Holy Crap. January 2000. I'm writing this part of my blurb on the cusp of the roll over. Of course to those purists out there who are waiting until 2001 to celebrate the actual dawn of the new millennium, don't be such sticks in the mud. I too used to be like you. I argued at the end of the 80's saying that we were a year early. Heck my father before me, had the same drawn out useless semantic arguments over the 60's and the 70's. People never learn. Can't say I blame them really, not many people left who were around in year zero.
    Now where was I? (If this is your first trip to Banoland, you might as well get used to my little lapses. I think, I write, I forget.) Ah! Right. So here I sit, wondering what's in store for us come January 1. Just in case the world goes to hell in a hand basket I have a couple of boxes of camping food in the garage. Along with a few litres of water in the freezer, and batteries for my Walkman. We'll last an extra day or two, unless some joker comes along and takes our stuff.
    Will my car start? Will my coffee maker work? Will my toaster toast? Will my doorbell ring? I work in the IT industry, and from what I've seen this whole Y2K thing is about the biggest non starter I've ever seen hyped. It's right up there with the last Cher album.

Well, I'll finish this column off in January.

Stay tuned . . .

Hello, is this thing on? (tap tap) Gee, what a surprise the world kept spinning, and the worst thing that happened was that I forgot to get white wine for the cheese fondue. Bummer.

Well, here's to another year. Next year we can ring in the new millennium with gusto.

Jevster, 
January 2000