I cannot help thinking Brian Sizer had mischief in mind, when he inaugurated the first New Year’s Day Race back in 2000. What normal person wants to get up on New Year’s Day after celebrating in the traditional way the previous evening, to sail a boat around the race track in conditions that would not have been unfamiliar to Sir Ernest Shackelton in 1916, (Google him). I think we have the answer in the phrase normal person, for Brian is not normal, he is a Jedi, (Google em), and for that, and a million other reasons, he is to be respected, but I still ask the question, why? (Not why is he a Jedi, why do we have to race on New Year’s Day).
It’s a good job I got first prize for the men’s fancy dress, along with the Lady Commodore who won best lady, (deservedly so) at the excellent New Years Eve party organised by retiring rear commodore Paul, cos I was going to win diddly squat on the race track today. I hadn’t the heart to tell them I wasn’t in fancy dress, just my normal going out clothes for the Whitby Goth weekends!