New Year New Prey
As you read this you may be holding your head in your hands. Some of you may just be nursing a hangover although others of you will be holding your heads out of despair at another bout of maladjusted behaviour that you have been subjected to from our kind. It is a New Year and with that I should imagine that you are making your resolutions and vowing that this time things will change. Whereas other sites may be espousing the virtues of a revolutionary diet or unique exercise regime, the benefits of a January which is alcohol free or yes this year you will learn to speak Spanish, those matters need not concern us. Perhaps you will be resolving to put in place some of the knowledge that you have learned from my writing here and in my books. If so, you are sailing towards exciting horizons. Others of you may be swearing that enough is enough and you are going to leave and this time you will not go back. Go on, make that vow to yourself and see if it lasts any longer than your dedication to the treadmill.
My many years of practising my dark art has made me most familiar with the injection of resolve that comes with the first of January. You have dusted away the embers of the dying year and have sought to erase the pain and humiliation that marred much of the passing year of your life. The abuse, the denigration and the savage treatment you have been the victim of will loom large in the mind but you have found a spark of strength from somewhere, there is the flickering flame of optimism that has begun to burn inside of you. You declare that you will not allow our toxic breath to blow this flame out. We will not extinguish it with a smothering boot or the application of freezing cold water to your plans. This time it will be different. All this hope. All this optimism. I can almost taste it.
As one can detect a change in the air with the change of seasons so it is the same with the arrival of a New Year. The empath emerges from his or her slumber and stretches, keen to really shine in the year ahead and to find their self once more. They are keen to cast aside the poisonous cloak that was draped around them, lift the crown of thorns and strip away the clinging tendrils. Such enthusiasm is most laudable. Guess what? You are not the only ones. This year my reach shall be extended and my charm magnified. My sweet, sweet words of seduction shall fall with practised ease upon the willing ears of the supplicants that I have selected. My dark eyes will fix on the appliances that line-up, brimming with that potent fuel. So many appliances to connect to, so much fuel that must be harvested. I will ensure that this year my fuel will be the best I have ever known, I shall soar to new achievements and have eyes shining with admiration every where I go. My foes will lie crushed beneath my booted feet, the cloven hooves concealed from their broken gaze as I breach new boundaries, violate new pastures and conquer fresh virgin territory. Your hope and dedication only serves to spur me on to achieve even greater things in this year ahead.
For every promise of progress that you all make rest assured that I am doubling up on my manipulative strength. When you swear you will break free, I pledge that I will imprison. Every time you assert your desire to escape from my grip, I will tighten it further. You seek to shine a light in your attempt to be a beacon of hope. I will appear and snuff out those beams of light with the malice that surrounds me.
You can exist without having to place your arms around the world. I cannot exist without my fuel. You have a choice. I have none. I am destined to walk this earth forever in my unceasing quest for fuel. Whilst you take delight and solace in so many things, I am beholden to my task of securing fuel from so many that I encounter. They say that after toil comes rest ; not for me and my kind.
So, make those resolutions, dust off your pledges and polish up your good intentions. It is a New Year and the battle for new prey has just been joined.



Woah! I love this!
My Master says: “You seek to shine a light in your attempt to be a beacon of hope. I will appear and snuff out those beams of light with the malice that surrounds me…” and “Rest assured that I am doubling up on my manipulative strength…”
That means somewhere, some empathic saviour b**ch out there in the wide, wide universe is doubling up on her strength, wanting to save the world! Nah, not today. You are my world. I’m going to be humble this year!
Oh, I sympathize with these “Preys” no. XX/XX/2026, with all my heart.
Especially in the context of the film of the same title as this perfume. I watched it once when HG mentioned it. Negative experience – a dispassionate feeling of meaninglessness with a touch of disgust. Flat, without any emotional peaks or valleys, but an unpleasant feeling. Although the acting was good. The whole thing left a bad taste in my mouth.
Strangely, I don’t remember ever having any New Year’s resolutions or wishes. I accept what life brings, enjoy it or digest it, and move on. Without great expectations, without great hope, because of the inevitable end.
I appreciate happy moments, joys both large and small. And that’s what I wish for blog readers in 2026 – as many smiles as possible and, from time to time, laughter at the top of your lungs.
Wishing HG makes me feel so ambivalent, because by wishing him well, I’m simultaneously cursing others, so I’ll refrain and leave it to the inevitable course of human fates intertwining and unraveling 🙂
Hi Joa xx
I hope you have a New Year full of warmth, love and delight!! Xx
Rebecca, I don’t think I can be so optimistic anymore. For me, it will be enough if 2026 passes without any major disruptions and I manage to hold on to everything I carry and everything that’s important to me. And without war. A little warmth and joy are welcome 🙂
And above all, I wish you good health, a speedy recovery, and then an ocean of the feelings you mentioned 🙂
Thanks JOA, for your kind words and I’m glad to see you commenting again. Xx
Happy New Year, Joa!
As I said on YT, HG you need a second bottle of “British narcissist”! 🧴
This is a good reminder and what I am about to say maybe me looking for the good too much, but to be fair (and logical as you’re teaching me) you also do a fair bit of “un-ensnaring” on your “downtime”. ⚖️
Happy New Year, sir. I’m really looking forward to what you’ve said is coming. A complete Educating HG and more. Thank you for everything you did for us last year. I hope this one brings you more control, greater reach and all that helps in the achievement of the prime aims necessary triad.
I did some reading into how, why and when this fragrance company was formed. Fascinating in how they came up with the name.
Hi Asp Amp,
I saw it was a young company. I was distracted looking at their perfume profiles! I’m interested in things like that, will have another look.
Happy New Year Asp Amp.
Happy New Year HG and everyone!
The very best to you in the New Year TS and Asp Emp.
Happy new year all.
Thank you NA and to you too.
Thank you NA.
I was simply referring to their ‘Values & Symbolism’ section, especially in regard to “freedom, tolerance and counterculture”, which, I believe, has relevance when it comes to HG’s work.
Hi Asp Amp,
Thank you. I was on Fragrantica originally, looking at the various 19-69 perfume profiles!
Sandalwood and amber in the drydown, very nice.
This perfume is said to have a scent profile designed to represent Bateman’s meticulous skin care routine. It should smell very clean, expensive male face cream kind of scent profile. Very cool gift.
Santa brought perfume for me too. 41 bottles now, Euston, we have a problem haha!
Two questions
1. Are people suggesting you whiff?
2. Is your train to the homeland delayed?
HG,
1. I smell delightful. I simply have a mild perfume addiction.
2. I’m hungover. That one hurt my head. Oh, it’s Houston isn’t it?
Oh dear.
1. Marvellous.
2. It is bwahahaha!
HG: please add a fragrance to your store “ Narc Repellant!”
Pretty please….
Ha ha, you don´t need fragrance, you need logic and that is in the Knowledge Vault in spades.
Happy New Year, Mr. Tudor!
Thank you.