For safety’s sake I usually stay in on New Year’s Eve. It makes no difference. There was the year when a drunk phoned me up in my bedsit in Oxford to accuse me of being in bed with his wife; I was on the bed alone with my guitar. There was New Year’s Eve 1999 in Battersea when I fell asleep, sober as an actuary, at about ten in the evening and woke up at quarter past midnight to vomit everything I had eaten since lunchtime into the kitchen sink because it had been accompanied by some dodgy mayonnaise.
This year I was looking forward, for the first time in years, to attending a nice party with some nice people. Unfortunately I have had some kind of gastroenteritis/headcold combo for the past few days and am still not over it. Yesterday I pulled a muscle during a particularly violent sneeze so I am also finding it difficult to move. One day I’ll look back and laugh.
The microwave is bleeping. My easycook rice is ready. I am raising a glass of Lucozade™ to you all.
Happy new year!
[UPDATE: On the radio Steve Wright has just started playing Chris De Burgh’s Lady In Red]
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“Chris De Burgh’s Lady In Red”
You are really having a very very very very very (repeat as often as deemed necessary) bad time…
Oh, Happy New Year!
I *like* Lady in red
Still, sucks to be sick with a cold at anytime.
Feel better.
Happy New Year, PG, and get well soon… NYE is overrated anyway!
Thank you all for your good wishes.
Happy New Year, Pootergeek - swap the Lucozade for Irn Bru and you’ll get better faster.
Hey, welcome back! We missed you. Hope you feel well soon.
Happy New Year! Get Well Soon!!!
Happy New Year! Let’s hope that this is a bug-free year.
Weakling!
Start smoking, damn you!