Call me a killjoy but…

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.