Watched Chic in a drunken haze, having paid £120 each for the tickets…when do we become the older generation?? Walked down to Emankment where an old couple were moaning about nobody wanting to link arms for fuckin’ old lang syne…so we knocked them in the river. Yeah fireworks were a waste of good money, smoke and mirrors in reality…there were only half a dozen big rocket made to look like a lot more. Adjourned to a basement party in the East End around 2 where I had continued and lively sex with a rather lovely young lady. Oh god…am I in trouble.
Fortunately woke up a little while ago to find it had all been a dream. Peace reigns in the household apart from the clink of empties and a thumping hangover.
Went to neighbours then to the local for a NYE bash. Didn’t get home until 4am. The missus was wrecked but no furtling occurred. I’m getting too old for this malarkey.
This household is feeling a little delicate today. We left so late that we didn’t even get to enjoy the free tube. In at 5.30 and I woke up about half an hour ago. My partner has returned to bed. Well 2018 can only get better from here.
Well this is a first. Woke up without an inkling of a hangover. As soon as the cheap plonk rolled up, I stopped drinking (another first). Never thought I would utter the immortal words “have you got anymore of that JP Chenet” (a third first).
I am now sipping Champagne prior to consuming some filet de beouf avec le pomme de terre (chipped) et un salade du tomate washed down with a Chateau Musar 2006 (Lebanon’s finest) - with a joyous sense of gay abandon post 84km ride…
