Probably alone in my thinking but.........gonna say it anyway, new years eve is the most pointless night of the year. Nothing worse than being approached by total strangers who are hellbent on wishing you "'appy new year". Only went out because we had a babysitter. Made sure we were home and nowhere near the pub at 12pm.
Nothing changes in the 1 second that the calendar takes to switch from 09 to 10. If life is shit itwill still be shit that one second later.
If you want to make things better for yourself, do it for yourself. Not because a date changes and your neighbours piss you off by letting pointless fireworks off and playing Amy Winehouse at full blast.
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Sentimental nonsense comes easy then.
As it happens, just spent a pleasant night with the family and the in-laws, drinking a lot and reminiscing .
A good craic.
Happy new year anyway, guys.
1. The pointless texts and phone calls. HNY texts are getting to be like the new christmas cards - totallly boring shit that people do because they feel they have to. Thanks, but I don't want my phone buzzing and interupting me all evening with shitty soundbites sent out in bulk.
2. New years resolutions - meaningless platitudes for people who haven't got the gumption to do what they want of their own volition.
overpriced and pointless
enjoyed it 3 years ago in Vegas but never bother with it over here
I had a great time by the way.
Suzi, that is what it used to be like but in the last few years I have lost both my Mum and Dad and for me NYE has become an unwanted focus on the things in life that I can't change for the better. I can't bring my parents back, and I remember them with a great sense of loss. In the past we used to ring one another at midnight where ever we were - I can't do this any more and I'm sad about that.
Should I think this way, probably not but the hope that came with the celebration has largely gone. Yes I have my children's long term future to look forward to but they are too young at present for that to be a reality in the near term.
So I went to bed early with a filthy cold.
It was an honest reflection on a thread which was about hating New Years Eve. If you don't want to feel miserable about NYE don't read a thread entitled "I hate New Years Eve".
match was today
Yes because he's so old now that, like the Queen mother before him, he can only be kept alive with the extract of monkey glands. That turns everything orange, like the Wolves shirts in the 1930s when their team were fed a diet of simian hormones to boost performance.
Dear oh dear......all heart.
Was remarked upon in this household as well. Very strange orange glow going on.
In my area, we're 2 villages just a mile apart and if you live here, you get to know lots of people.
So had invite to friend's party, which was a really good laugh, but stayed only half an hour and then moved on to the football clubhouse, where loads of friends and people I know were partying - mates of mine were playing in the band there.
Just before midnight some of us crammed into a taxi, and went over the hill to the next village - time to grab a drink in the pub, and caught up with loads more people I knew, nearly everyone in fancy dress.
Then everyone gathered around the war memorial in the village square as the clock struck 12 - yeah, hugging and kissing (what's wrong with that? I've always liked kissing women....lol. Knew most of them, anyway ......) and Auld Lang Syne. Then loads of dancing and good times in the nearby hotel bar overlooking the sea. Got home eventually a bit worse for wear at 4am.
I nearly couldn't be bothered. But it was party night - and I caught up with loads of friends, and had a great time.
Glad I went.
i wanna live down there oggy fooking shite in london
That said, I had a great time at Up the Creek and fell over just once.
So on the charlton scale if oggy's was an Andy Hunt ( pretty decent with always a chance of scoring) mine was a bit Brian Hughes this year as in ok but nothing brilliant :-)
At least it wasn't a Mike Small or a Pouso ( 'king hell) ;-)
ROll on next NYE ;-D
1. I don't live in London, so my wallet is still intact
2. I'm 19, and getting wasted is still like incredibly cool and stuff
Deep-rooted cynicism is still 10-20 years away :-)
Sorry to hear that Bing. In fairness, I took Suzi's comment to be directed at the comments about traffic queues and overpricing, rather than those for whom the day brings about painful reflection. It's like Christmas: some people just like to be the scrooge and moan about commercialisation and how it's just another day, and for others it genuinely brings back painful memories or exacerbates loneliness.