My memories of Hogmanay starting from my youth, off down town, Dundee with half bottle of Bells whisky in back pocket, pub crawl with my mates, making our way to the city centre for the New Year Bells and rocket firing, wandering up the road, first footing relatives, usually my gran, then walking a good few mile home, arriving 3 or 4 in the morning, some breakfast and more booze at the neighbours, then a bit of a kip, then out again, this happy activity lasting at least a few days, oh! to be young again.
Last 10 or more years, usually spent at a relatives house, drinking, eating listening to music, chatter and nibbles, having to put up with Jules Holland for the New Year count down, then charging the glasses with the appropriate tipple, wish everyone a Happy New Year, sing a rendition of Ald Lang Syne then drift off homeward to bed.
This year, will be different, no venturing out, a quiet night in, good meal and a few glasses of claret, a wee dram as a toast for 2012 and off to bed. Enthusiasm seems to have declined along with youthful exuberance. Slangevar and have a good time whatever you are up to.
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