After a house party gone wrong (friends inviting ‘friends’) including, but not limited to, me yelling that it isn’t OUR fault she got trashed in less than an hour and NO she cannot spend the night because we don’t even know who she is, we headed out to the London New Year’s Eve fireworks.
Here in London people were setting up camp as much as six hours in advance (!). Since we were busy throwing drunk Essex boys out of our house we barely made it in the nick of time to see anything at all. Central London was remarkably well patrolled by both police and people wearing florescent orange jackets directing everyone. Most of the bridges were closed off since too many people were on them so we were stuck with Southwark Bridge, which is like the worst one! It was fine though because as it turns out the fireworks only lasted for ten minutes.
And that’s my little New Year saga, 4 days late! Along with my resolution to post a bit more often on here. : )
Happy New Year!
