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I for one find it really sad I walked for half an hour to update today... If I remember correctly (and it seems a very long time ago now), I was going to have a quiet night for Hogmanay. It wasn't quite as relaxed as I intended, seeing as my sister and one of the Kiwis from Turkey decided that no, I wasn't allowed to spend New Year sober. I wasn't all that sober by that point anyway, having failed to eat much of anything all day and being given illicit drinks by my boss whilst in work (as was everyone else - my boss doesn't like me anywhere near that much). A bottle of wine was downed, as was some vodka and orange (half vodka/half orange). We tried to go out and get more drunk, but we'd waited until 1am before girding our loins to our satisfaction and all the pubs were shut. Fortunately, the fresh air hitting our lungs made us all the more less-sober and we were blitzed by the time we headed back to the flat. I stopped off for fags and managed to lose the girls, despite the fact they were waiting outside the store for me and I obviously walked right past them. I was also oblivious to the snow showers that made the walk back more aesthetically pleasing - although my half-shut eyes and the alcohol gave the neighbourhood a pleasant glow anyway. Now, I don't know if I'm hungover or still sick - maybe it's a bit of both. Today, though, I managed to watch ET for the first time in ooh...12 years and, for the first time ever, didn't have to find "something else to do" when the wrinkled little alien kicks the bucket (you can't cry in front of your little sister, can you?). I guess that means I'm growing up or something... Have a good 365. Dave xx
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