NYE was ushered in by a v civilised dinner party, cooked by Gabs and yours truly and featuring the usual suspects.
Highlights:
- MMR and I truly and utterly trouncing the others at Articulate. We are a descriptive force, though the competition wasn't that stiff.
- Prosecco on the roof terrace at midnight, looking out at the myriad of firework displays in every direction, as if the whole world was celebrating. It was one of those London moments, where every rude bastard in this city is looking up at the same sky, filled with lights. I toasted a couple walking down the street arm in arm, and they waved back up at me.
- NSA snuggling. Yes, I am a cuddle slag. You got a problem with that?
