It was busy in the restaurant yesterday, we were rushed off our feet. It was like another chimps' tea-party again, the milling masses queuing up to take their turn at the trough, reminding me that there were not enough ribs, or satay chicken or pancakes. I really must upgrade in the job department, it's almost depressing.
Afterwards I went to the battery farm drinkers, as per usual. Bridport is wild at New Year. I was one of the few people not dressed up and was collared by a couple of stray cats, Becky and Jenny, who I had never met before. They were brunettes in their mid-thirties, it was nice actually, being asked to go to another bar, one that I have not stepped in since I was in a slight... altercation some years ago. I finally grew a pair of bollocks, and acted as a Roman. Plenty of people knew me there, the owner (who I used to work for as a resident musician), lots of familiar faces. It was nice actually. Again many people were dressed up.
This guy I know wanted to strip off butt-naked at new year, he ended up getting arrested of course. Nutter. I got so drunk it is hazy what happened next, I remember meeting some more women in fancy dress. It was a nice new year. It's just a shame nobody sang Auld Lang Syne. That used to be traditional, and now seems to have faded from memory.
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