Couldn't give a toss about new year.
The streets awash with vomit, totally over the top fireworks scaring the living crap out of animals from Land's End to John o'Groats. Jools Holland on the tele with the same miserable, uninteresting **** he had on last year. Idiots take to the streets in packs singing Auld Lang ***** as they bounce off parked cars & lamp posts.
Hopefully I will sleep though all of this faux jollity. I can get ****ed any time of the year and not pay OTT prices for beer AND to cough up to enter a pub. The ****holes are only too pleased to have me in for FA the rest of the year. Nah bugger new years eve.
What's there to celebrate anyway? Another year of financial debt and another year closer to death. How many more family and friends' funerals will I have to attend in 2009? We’ll soon see. Judging by the last few years, I'd better get my suit dry cleaned sharpish.
One word for it all - starts with B and ends in ollox.