Just poured myself a Bourbon Whiskey and Coke, (Novelist Supermum had another glass of wine), shouted Happy New Year!, snogged Novelist Supermum, kissed the sleeping Hobbits, then went outside with drink to watch the impromptu firework display (there's a house at the top of the street that puts on a spectacular 10 minute show every New Year).
Met some of the neighbours, who like me were in the street, glass in hand doing the same. Shook hands with the bloke from number 5, kissed his wife (at least I think that it was that way round) then chatted whilst watching the fireworks. Found out some new info i.e. their names - they've only been living there for 10 months or so, and I've met them at 2 parties. Should remember this time (hopefully).
Got back in to find Marc Almond singing on the telly - Aarrgh! Somebody I've never grown to like - even though he's singing a good song ("The Games People Play") with Jools Holland.
Roland Rivron (my hero - some people say that we are similar in look) didn't manage to predict anything for 2007, but has promised to do more for "Global Worming" (not a typo).
Speaking of predictions, where are the 80mph winds? Probably just as well that they haven't materialised.
Ade Edmondson has just trumpet played and sung his way through an easy listening, big band version of The Sex Pistol's "Anarchy in the UK". This went down a storm.
Also I thought that Seasick Steve was superb - this guy played a 3 string electric guitar and provided a rhythm section by stomping on a wooden crate - the song was "Dog House Blues" (reminiscent of John Lee Hooker's "House Rent Blues").
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