As many of you know I really hate New Year's Eve.
And for those of you who don't -
I really, really, really hate New Year's Eve.
Its the start of a long Winter which no-one except the penguins are looking forward to. Mentally disturbed people everywhere cower behind the curtains clutching their bottles of anti-depressants until the sun rises again sometime in April (if we're lucky). Previously boring stay-at-home people go out to clubs and bars where they meet all the other previously stay-at-home people who they only see once a year on New Year's Eve and promise to keep more in touch with next year which of course they don't.
The alcohol flows, nay, gushes through the emotional gutters of the soul resulting in a thick phlegm of pseudo soul searching, looking back on a year of missed chances, mistakes made, resolutions broken.
I'm staying home - Auntie Dottie is on the Angel Cruise and good luck to all who sail in her.
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