So this is the post where I’m supposed to say ‘Happy New Year’ to anyone reading this right? Tonight is the night where everyone parties like it’s 1999 and Jools Holland has a right old Hootenanny.
Except…
Except of all the days of the year, this is the one I hate the most.
It is 10 o’clock on New Years Eve and the text messages are beginning to come through. I won’t be replying.
Why do people feel the need to blast everyone in their phonebook - even those they haven’t spoken to since the previous New Year. Like they could really give a fuck.
Enough of the false wishes for ‘prosperity and happiness’. Cut out the stupid ideas that the stroke of midnight tonight is any fucking different from any other fucking night. Why can’t we just be honest about it?
All we care about during the year is ourselves. A change of date doesn’t change this.
So I say Fuck New Years. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.
Oh dear, I think I sent you a happy new year text message last night, sorry. That’s me though, selfish bastard that I am.
Ahem, happy new year Eli, please don’t ever change.
Comment by Donal — January 1, 2007 @ 4:59 pm
Heh, me too. I just don’t DO that well with the enforced revelry. So it’s a new year. Well. Let’s get on with it, then… and as soon as the AbFlattener ads die down, it’ll be about the same as a month ago: cold and gray with too much to do and too little money. C’est la vie. Here’s to finding something to look forward to.
Comment by TadMack — January 1, 2007 @ 9:13 pm
i just drank a lot and had some fun. wasn’t all that bad.
Comment by ro_G — January 2, 2007 @ 10:25 am
You’re right Eli but most people just get on with it… I found myself, for no obvious reason, pissed off from 31st - 3rd. From talking to others it’s not unusual at all.
Comment by Slaphead — January 3, 2007 @ 9:30 pm