>> I feel we were probably friends back in the old days. You describe my NYE
>> feelings & experiences so well.
My parents used to see in the New Year with the same bunch of neighbours (post 1969 former neighbours) until into the eighties. Same meal of Mums Meat and Potato pie - which, to be fair was a real delicacy - and same conversation, their youth, the war, current affairs. In hindsight most participants left over the DD limit.
Mrs B's Aunt and Uncle held a similar party which her parents often attended.
As a youngster working in London I tried various celebrations including Trafalgar Square; sick on dodgy pint, bitten by a dog and had to walk home to Golders Green. Another where I missed a certain shag with a colleague on the off chance a girl I fancied as a longer term prospect was at another party - she wasn't.
For years Mrs B and I treated it as a normal night.
We stayed up last night but only to make sure 2020 really had effed off.
Last edited by: Bromptonaut on Fri 1 Jan 21 at 22:10
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