Yup, it is 2013. Just another day some would argue but since we measure our lives in 365 day segments, we shall celebrate the coming of the next bite - sized chunk.
The Comrades Club provided the venue this year and much Black Gold was consumed. I found it interesting to be there especially as I have spent alot of the Christmas break watching British Gangster movies which always seem to feature this kind of drinking den complete with wobbly Formica tables and sticky vinyl floor. I expected Vinnie Jones to appear at any moment.
Of course there were no gangland slayings or business ventures being discussed by the local 'firm' last night just lots of hugs and handshakes from complete strangers as Big Ben chimed the New Year in. Not a bad night all in all although it did take a while to coax a rather unsteady Good Lady home.
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