I am sober. This is not a mistake. The first few Scottish Hogmanays I experienced, I started drinkng too early and didn’t realise they can still be going when the sun comes up. Now it’s just a sip or two until midnight then out to the Smoky-Drinky mad party.
Everything is sorted and set out for work on Friday because I know I won’t feel like doing it tomorrow. Now all that remains is to have a glass or two of the warming liquid, dress warm and head out.
Next year I won’t be working New Year’s Eve because next year I won’t be at Local Shop. The search for a job change starts in earnest as soon as Scotland sobers up.
So about March or April, then.
The festive season is nearly over for another year. Normal service will resume soon.
Happy New Year to one and all!
underdogs bite upwards 
Na, been and gone here. It will still sound like the Somme until about 05:00, or even later, due to all the fireworks, have a good’n Leggy! And good luck on the job hunting front!
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Just about to leave for the start of it all.
Bloody fireworks are all over the place here too.
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Happy New Year to all. Enjoy your mad party, Legs.
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I did. It was less mad than in the past but we’re all getting old now.
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Happy new year Leggy and all the others. I’ll be making some changes myself, overdue. Onwards and upwards!!
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Overdue changes are the best ones to make š
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Happy new year, merry Xmas, Easter Greetings and long may yer Lumm reek… or whatever you scots to each other say on 01.01 at 00:00:01 (judging by my own experience on the Tron usually something along the lines of ‘Supp up ya wee Billy Bass-tard!” or an endearing “HiiiiiIIIIIbbbss!”).
Anyways Leg, may the “whiskEy flow like the crystal streams they say flow in hell” -Alabama 3
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Most of us were saying things that sounded like this –
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Happy New Year
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A good one for you too, I hope.
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Happy New Year!
More power to your elbow.
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The elbows are okay. It’s the fingers that get drunk š
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Happy New Year Leggy. Your blog and macabre stories brighten up my days and I thank you for them. Good luck with the search for a new job.
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New Job is not too urgent while I have one. I can afford to be fussy. By next Christmas I want one that shuts down before Christmas Eve though.
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Happy New Year everyone! I’ve made my first resolution – not to take part in CRUK’s Dryathlon (bit of a cheat – never intended to anyway).
All the best with the jobhunting – food health and safety consultancy beckons, methinks!
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I have laready looked at health and safety consultancy. The management-speak is strong with them. Perhaps I could be a translator.
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‘This is, I recognise, a romantic view of dying, but it is achievable with love, morphine, and whisky.’
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2893367/Cancer-best-way-die-allows-people-time-say-goodbye-loved-ones-says-leading-doctor.html
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Ah, but just think – you’ve been told you have six months to live so you sell everything, make peace with your family, rent a cheap shite attic room and prepare to spend your last days drunk and trying those class A drugs you always avoided.
Then, just as your six months are up, some inconsiderate bastard cures you. What now? You have 20 more years and you’re now a skint druggie.
Cure it or give up trying, science. Don’t keep us hanging on.
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That’s the problem with romantics and utopia; they might build it but not as they imagined …
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You can’t have a utopia with people in it. They’ll try to regulate it.
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We seem to live in a utopia for those that desire to regulate.
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Indeed, this is Regulation Heaven for the drones.
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Happy New Year and best wish for 2015. Your blog always keeps me smiling.
Carol
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