NEW YEAR'S EVE

New Year's Eve is traditionally a time for reflection – a time to meditate on the successes and failures, the gains and losses of the outgoing year.

Wilson is in his library contemplating his last 12 months, by brooding over the fact that – despite his best efforts – he is still not a millionaire.

I have tried to comfort him by pointing out what a good Dad he is to Antony and TT, and how well he looks after and provides for the rest of his family, but he is inconsolable.

Byron is doing his best to comfort him, but doesn't really know what to say. 

Wilson says that his New Year's Resolution must be to knuckle down and do some of his best-ever inventing and creative thinking – to which end both he and Byron are consuming prodigious quantities of Brain Food (AKA Cheesy Wotsits and Snowballs) and hoping to have a brilliant idea.

Inventing a new Hangover Cure would be a good start, as they'll surely both need one tomorrow…