Thank you all for the cards and warm and affectionate wishes. I do not deserve them all but I happily accept them them. There's hypocrisy for you!
The sheer numbers make me humble and thoughtful too. And I got to thinking how long I have been about the place and how many Christmases I have had. Some of you know how many. But for the seven who don't know, the answer is 76. Yes, seventy six. That's a lot of Christmases. That's a lot of trombones. That's a lot of days; 27,740 to exact. And if I have only told two white lies a day that totals 55,480.
And at three meals a day it means 83,220. That's a big food heap. And if I could I'd raise my eyebrows I would. But sadly I don't have eyebrows. An agent once said to me: "Tom, if you had eyebrows you'd be a great actor." I won't weary you with a list of what I haven't got or what I can't do; it would depress you. It depresses me that I can't even sneeze with my eyes open. I can't even kiss my elbow, or wiggle my ears. ENOUGH.
But I can be grateful to all the fans who remain loyal and affectionate and who sustain me and encourage me. And to you all I send heartfelt wishes for a Happy Christmas and a great new year.
Love from old Tom Baker