What is it with people?

They all have an incredibly high opinion of themselves, revel in self-obsession, make bargains with the universe and generally swan around as if they’re running the whole show. If it’s not arrogance it’s ignorance.

Take this idea of New Year Resolutions for example. Only humans would consider such a self-defeating exercise.

As if the noise of fireworks and inebriated revellers wasn’t bad enough the other night, I’m now faced with self-righteous people swapping their resolutions over the back fence. What do they hope to achieve by making some sort of pact to do better in the future?

Do they aim for World Peace? A drastic cutback in carbon emissions? An equal redistribution of wealth?

No. It’s all self-righteous gumpf about losing weight and saving money.

If half of the human race stopped eating processed rubbish in plastic-wrapped packages both of those petty ideals would be knocked over like a sick chook on a fence before you could say Catnip but, alas, no such foresight is evident in the simian brain.

It was different in my day.

If I made a Resolution it would mean something, like sending spirits of departed pets to terrorise the brutes who produced the poisoned petfood.