please empty your brain below

I continued as usual, retired to bed at 10pm and up at 6am, however I did get awoken at Midnight by loud explosions, from what seemed from between the sheets some almighty banging rockets.
Glad you had a nice evening at Croxley. Thank you for the many years of your blog, and a very Happy New Year to you.

Power cut at 7pm went on most of the evening so we had an impromptu candlelit dinner by the fire. Actually worked out rather well in the end

The only time I've ever seen the London fireworks was the night I was ill in bed with the flu and woke very confused to see them through the fog out of my bedroom window.

Happy New Year

New Year's Eve is one of the days when I get seriously smug about the view from my balcony - with the top 2/3rds of the London Eye being in direct line of sight.

The evening started off well, at a fancy dress party, which I don't usually do. But some serious effort hade been made by a lot of people on their costumes and drinks and nibbles was had by all.

Then, come 3.30am when people had already been sneaking off to bed, in various parts of the house for the last hour. I unfortunately was trying to sleep in the front room, when this obnoxious drunk kept wondering from room to room apologising for disturbing people then proceeded to demand to turn the tv on, spilling vodka every where, falling on top of me. Pulling the Duvet off me to have a chat , and then spending half an hour drink more vodka from the front step while shouting at people walking home from parties inviting them for a drink. It went on and on, with demands for more drinks and one more cigarette, until till I was starting to try and phone hotels in the local area to see if they had a room available. But as no one seemed to have a night desk, no luck.

Anyway I managed fours sleep before the people who had got to bed early got up and started to tidy up.

So in a state of grumpy delirium I decided to make the 75 mile drive back this morning while the motorway was still empty and before I got really tired later on.

I could have stuck it out for longer, but I think my forced smile at accepting this other persons continued apologies was getting a bit glass like.

I must be getting old, but the appeal of sleeping on someones Sofa cushions has seriously declined, and staying up past 4am is just too hard. Jules Hootenany looks to appealing.



The Croxley event sounds wonderful - mud included. 'More', 'bigger', and 'louder' don't necessarily make for stronger memories, or make 2011 any happier.

That being said, I did spend eight hours bobbing about on a boat on Sydney Harbour waiting to see our fireworks. Total firework time of 20 minutes. (There's a display at 9pm and the the big one at midnight.) Absolutely and totally worth it, best fireworks ever. ;)

All I get, half way up my Rocky Mountain, are a couple of neighbours banging pan lids together in the dark!
Or drive 35 miles to the city to freeze in sub-zero temperatures, and pay $10 per person for the priviledge!

Reckon you got the better deal.











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