New Year for Old Farts

Weโ€™re getting too long in the tooth for this exhausting New Year malarkey. The days are long gone when we would queue up in the rain, squeezed into sequinned hot pants outside some over-priced sleazy boyz club to take recreational drugs and shake our booties into the wee small hours, surrounded by half-naked sweaty men in tight jeans wrapped in fur and tattoos. Come to think of it, it doesnโ€™t sound that bad at all. Sadly, the spirit is willing but the flesh is oh, so weak. Such unfettered decadence is best left to the young bucks who bring up the rear with stamina and a little lovinโ€™ in mind. No, for us, it was a quick bite in town then back home to a warm hearth, Graham Norton and a bottle of bubbly, all capped off with the South Bank fireworks courtesy of impossibly blond London Mayor, Boris Johnson (a wolf in a golden fleece if ever there was one), Vodafone and good old Auntie Beeb. And fabulous pyrotechnics they were too. It’s always good to bring in the new year with a bang don’t you think?

22 thoughts on “New Year for Old Farts

  1. . . ‘Old Farts’? I’d invite you to join my exclusive club but I don’t really think you qualify yet – you need the boring bit to be a genuine ‘Boffer’!

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  2. Looks like you caught everyone with the sequinned hot pants. Did they look anything like those retro bathing suits? ๐Ÿ˜‰

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