If 2014 left the impression of our country having been hit by a comet then 2015 is when the smoke clears to see what is left. London was always a difficult place to live and never an easy option but - to give it some posthumous due - it was never but never unrelentingly fucking nasty the way it is now every solitary desperate hour.
In another world in the last seven days Northern Ireland reached the finals of the European Championships with such limited human resources - in comparison to the teams who played in the 1958, 1982 and 1986 World Cup Finals under Peter Doherty and Billy Bingham - that it constitutes a now globally acknowledged sporting miracle on behalf of the players and management.
What has been particularly interesting this week has been the incredible amount of detente and goodwill to be seen on new media platforms between the two opposing fanbases on the island of Ireland regarding successful qualification for both parties.Sport as ever qualifying the cultural division of the Irish people and their political conflict alike. This amplifying in turn the light year distance between fundamental civility and decency with the spiv toxic future a New London readily and voluntarily willed upon itself - burning its bridges with the past and the people who made it what it was.