December 31, 2009

Annual

I never did get around to describing the appalling goatfuck in the environs of the Thames last New Year's Eve. And I don't think I can do it justice now, or face trying. Suffice to say that the combination of huge crowds, hamfisted policing and slack-jawed neanderthal security contractors made for a ghastly and at times potentially life-threatening experience.

And so: not this time.

After a decade of calmly strolling down to the river to see the pretty lights, this year we'll be hiding indoors and watching it on TV, away from the crush of screaming bodies, away from the echoes of Hillsborough and other crowd-control disasters past. Safely cocooned in our luxury flat, walled off from our fellows in cosy, glorious isolation.

Welcome to 2010: the year we make contact.

Have a good one, y'all.

Posted by matt at December 31, 2009 7:19 PM

That's pensioner talk, yo'. Welcome to the club.

Posted by: Alastair at January 1, 2010 10:05 AM