New Year's Eve has always been a bit of as let down for me. From what I've worked out, most people have their arrangements in place at least a good 30-36 months ahead of time but I've really never seen what's so special about it.
I could just be bitter because, it seems, whenever I attempt to celebrate finally being able to rip the plastic off a brand spanking new calendar and proudly display 'January', something goes wrong and last year was a textbook example of it. I had managed to convince myself that this time it would be the New Year's that would suddenly be the kind of celebration that everyone raves about like it is the greatest thing since even the Millennium celebrations rather than a booze-laced frolic in the rain howling Auld Lange Syne with a collection of people you wish you didn't know.
Anyway, the plan was to head to a house party at a good mate's in Wigan. Not the best start obviously. I drove over only to find his house disturbingly empty but promisingly adorned with a '2008' banner. I homed in on him from the gentle sound of sobbing which was emerging from his toilet. It turned out that he had found out that his long term girlfriend was cheating on him and, in the end, as the clock struck 12, I was sat patting him on the back whilst valiantly attempting to battle Slash on Guitar Hero with one hand. As well as being comprehensively destroyed by Slash, we realised, due to the lack of fireworks and Auld-Lang Syne singing outside, that in fact his clock was half an hour fast.
At this moment he received a phone call from the girl and announced that he had to go to her house immediately. So he set off and I was left to welcome in the New Year, for the second time, in a dark house in Wigan, still hurting from my encounter with Slash and with only Jools Holland and his chums for company.
Alistair Webster
Have you had a similar experience to Alistair? Or is your New Years Eve always the biggest date of the year? Let us know below!
I could just be bitter because, it seems, whenever I attempt to celebrate finally being able to rip the plastic off a brand spanking new calendar and proudly display 'January', something goes wrong and last year was a textbook example of it. I had managed to convince myself that this time it would be the New Year's that would suddenly be the kind of celebration that everyone raves about like it is the greatest thing since even the Millennium celebrations rather than a booze-laced frolic in the rain howling Auld Lange Syne with a collection of people you wish you didn't know.
Anyway, the plan was to head to a house party at a good mate's in Wigan. Not the best start obviously. I drove over only to find his house disturbingly empty but promisingly adorned with a '2008' banner. I homed in on him from the gentle sound of sobbing which was emerging from his toilet. It turned out that he had found out that his long term girlfriend was cheating on him and, in the end, as the clock struck 12, I was sat patting him on the back whilst valiantly attempting to battle Slash on Guitar Hero with one hand. As well as being comprehensively destroyed by Slash, we realised, due to the lack of fireworks and Auld-Lang Syne singing outside, that in fact his clock was half an hour fast.
At this moment he received a phone call from the girl and announced that he had to go to her house immediately. So he set off and I was left to welcome in the New Year, for the second time, in a dark house in Wigan, still hurting from my encounter with Slash and with only Jools Holland and his chums for company.
Alistair Webster
Have you had a similar experience to Alistair? Or is your New Years Eve always the biggest date of the year? Let us know below!
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