i’m rubbish at new year’s eve.
i’m much happier going to bed early and getting it all over a done with than partying like a mad thing. that said, we were invited round to a neighbour’s house for a hogmany do which i quite fancied, but lack of babysitters prevented us popping out (and it would have been bad form for one of us to go and not the other).
so we sat in chatting whilst fireworks exploded around and about. we just assumed they were fireworks from all the noise. i like to think it was actually our neighbours wandering up and down with inflated crisp bags, popping them occasionally to give the impression they were having a good time and we weren’t. the loud deep explosions were obviously the kettle crisp bags
hang on to the old year i say. let’s have an old year non-party instead.