As a Scotsman you’d expect me to get really excited around New Year’s Eve – what with our national obsession with Hogmanay (as we like to call it) – but you’d be quite wrong.
Every New Year’s Eve I’d be standing up toasting a drink to the bells ringing in the new year, shaking guy’s hands, kissing girl’s cheeks while saying “Happy New Year!”. I’d be singing along to Auld Lang Syne with everybody else but inside I’d be thinking “what’s the point of all this? it’s just another day”. I’ve never been one to come up with New Year’s resolutions either (although maybe I should) since I don’t see the need to wait until the next January 1st to change the error of my ways – why not start right now?
Anyway, far from being a miserable git on New Year’s Eve bemoaning the whole thing I look at it as a chance to go out and socialise with friends, have a nice time and a lie in the following morning. And that’s precisely what I did last night and this morning and had a great time! Oh, and I refrained from singing Auld Lang Syne – it just doesn’t sound right when sung by people with a Yorkshire accent! 😉
As for New Year’s resolutions (which I said I didn’t do)… How about: “I will try and cut down on the number of cans of Irn Bru I drink”? That reminds me, I’m thirsty!