I think New Year's Eve will be a quiet one. We don't really have any plans, and the only plan proffered wasn't appealing. Sorry
Cherie, but wild horses couldn't drag me to Times Square for New Year's Eve with some boring-ass ball, a few lame fireworks (they really don't compare to the display Sydney puts on) and being packed like sardines in the cold in a claustrophobia inducing horde of several thousand or million of my "closest friends". Oh, and did I mention the heightened terrorist alert? Though most likely that's a load of bollocks anyway, as per usual. Anyway, Chinese water torture has more appeal than that.
We might go watch older ladies strip for calendar's in Calendar Girls or something and just veg out in an old married fart kind of way.

We might go watch older ladies strip for calendar's in Calendar Girls or something and just veg out in an old married fart kind of way.