I’m with Stephen Pollard on New Years Eve.
Not literally, because he’s going nowhere, but on the issue about whether or not it is the worst party of the year – always.
My own view is perhaps jaundiced by having spent several years working behind a bar on December 31 and watching the whole charade unfold before my very sober eyes. Still at least I was being paid double time for putting up with the communal groping and fake fun.
Unlike Stephen though I can’t get away with not going out on Wednesday night – I shall have to watch Tony Blair’s introduction to the History of Burnley FC video to get my fake smile up to scratch.
