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This year the complete arbitrariness of celebrating New Years really hit me. I've been in a non-Europen country for New Years before (we were in Alexandria, Egypt for the Millenium Milarkey) but that failed to really make any impact despite the fact that (due to them being on a completely different calendar) no-one in the city seemed to even notice that it was a "special" night!
This year, as I sat at work looking at a webpage with all of the timezones in which my friends and I are scattered across (London, Australia and various portions of the US) I realised that it's mostly just an excuse for a party (well, duh). None of it even really makes sense to me; How can Australia celebrate New Years (ie 00:00:00 01/01/2006) when time is measured from Greenwich, here in the UK (he said displaying a grotesquely deficient and malformed knowledge of how timezones function)???
Anyway, What did we do to celebrate New Years? Well, we ended up walking down the end of the road to Lambeth Bridge to watch the fireworks spin of the giant catherine wheel that the London Eye was modified into. Despite the drizzle, it was a pretty good hour or so. Whilst we waited for the fireworks we did a bit of crowd spotting.
Amongst the throbbing crowd was a REALLY pissed bloke who put on a special one-act play for us that I found enourmously amusing (WARNING: Distasteful, but amusing none the less, story coming up):
The gentleman staggered into view, leant casually on the wall and vomited most prodigiously for about five minutes onto the pavement and his boots. OK not obviously funny but I found it somewhat odd that he chose to bespatter his boots and the causeway whilst standing RIGHT NEXT TO THE RIVER! He was leaning on the wall that separated him FROM THE RIVER. It then got even MORE humorous when his wife rocked up, video camera in hand and small son in tow. She seemed to be under the impression that all was well and was merrilly videoing right up until he let rip with another serve of hearty irish stew, at which point she killed the camera...and their son decided to check out what daddy had had for dinner. Hahahahaha. Also there were fireworks.
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Sun, 01 Jan 2006
[14:09] Happy New Year!
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This year the complete arbitrariness of celebrating New Years really hit me. I've been in a non-Europen country for New Years before (we were in Alexandria, Egypt for the Millenium Milarkey) but that failed to really make any impact despite the fact that (due to them being on a completely different calendar) no-one in the city seemed to even notice that it was a "special" night!
This year, as I sat at work looking at a webpage with all of the timezones in which my friends and I are scattered across (London, Australia and various portions of the US) I realised that it's mostly just an excuse for a party (well, duh). None of it even really makes sense to me; How can Australia celebrate New Years (ie 00:00:00 01/01/2006) when time is measured from Greenwich, here in the UK (he said displaying a grotesquely deficient and malformed knowledge of how timezones function)???
Anyway, What did we do to celebrate New Years? Well, we ended up walking down the end of the road to Lambeth Bridge to watch the fireworks spin of the giant catherine wheel that the London Eye was modified into. Despite the drizzle, it was a pretty good hour or so. Whilst we waited for the fireworks we did a bit of crowd spotting.
Amongst the throbbing crowd was a REALLY pissed bloke who put on a special one-act play for us that I found enourmously amusing (WARNING: Distasteful, but amusing none the less, story coming up):
The gentleman staggered into view, leant casually on the wall and vomited most prodigiously for about five minutes onto the pavement and his boots. OK not obviously funny but I found it somewhat odd that he chose to bespatter his boots and the causeway whilst standing RIGHT NEXT TO THE RIVER! He was leaning on the wall that separated him FROM THE RIVER. It then got even MORE humorous when his wife rocked up, video camera in hand and small son in tow. She seemed to be under the impression that all was well and was merrilly videoing right up until he let rip with another serve of hearty irish stew, at which point she killed the camera...and their son decided to check out what daddy had had for dinner. Hahahahaha. Also there were fireworks.
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