Sussex wrote:
I like the idea that some people get together and have a good time.
But, to a degree, it is all a bit false.
Still I look forward to all the Skippys of my manor telling me how much they earnt, and I didn't, on this night.
I wish them all a safe night, but I would sooner eat s*** than work New Year Eve's night ever again.

A number of years ago, I picked up an Australian student who'd been attacked and robbed and dropped him at the Royal Infirmary Emergency Unit (a freebie, I might add). It was like fecking Beirut, good will to all men, my ar*e. I off loaded the Aussie to a cop who told me, I would have to wait and give a statement, as they were very busy. I just looked at him, shook my head in disbelief and drove away.
I look back now and wonder if it was all a dream. Thank feck, never again!
