Well, by popular demand, 2010 (to be said as twenty ten- NOT two thousand and ten- as a friend vehemently warned me) has arrived! Ooohh! How exciting!
My night consisted of a near collapse walking up Hamstead Heath, street mongrels and a marvelously greasy chicken and chips binge!
After much deliberation whether or not I was going to stay in, go out, stay in, go out, I decided on the latter. But not by free will. I was dragged out to be precise.
Now, if you've ever been to Mile End (East London) during the day, you'll know it's an area filled with scum. Now imagine it on not just any night, but on New Year's flipping Eve. That's right amigos, cue Who Let The Dogs Out. As I was walking to the bust stop, some crackhead, foaming at the mouth -who probably had rabies- jumps out at me (randomly) and shouts "What! What! What!" While his friends pull him back and apologise to me for his less than gentleman-like behaviour, I, unstartled, give the disgraced fool a blank stare. "Hmmm. Someone doesn't want to see 2010", I thought to myself before continuing my journey as if the incident was nothing but a daydream. I hadn't even got to my destination yet!.....
The fiend in me loved seeing people running for the bus and missing it (that's only because I was all snug and warm on the bus, of course). Hehehehe!
New Year's Eve bus services are just like night bus services. The drivers show no mercy. If you're not at the stop by the time the bus gets there or don't request for the driver to stop , best believe your ass is being left behind.
I go jogging at least three times a week but for some reason, it felt like my heart was failing me just trying to get up the dam hill. When I finally got to the top of the Heath I felt like Rocky in that famous training scene. Da da daaaaa! Da da daaaaa!...
It was actually a very beautiful sight when I reached the top. The whole of London lit up to welcome the new year in! People were setting off lanterns into the night sky (on my way back home,some woman thought they were UFOs and took the liberty of filming them on her phone *shakes head*). "Who has the actual time in seconds?" A man shouted, "Freddy does" a random female voice replied. I looked at the Freddy she spoke of. He was conked out already. Great! Well, the key was in the wheel- the London Eye, that is. While some people had reached three in the countdown, others were still on 30. Sigh. The fireworks were nice, nothing particularly special or different. Glad I wore my wellies, though! I was not a fan of that mushy grass!
En route back home, I observed that Camden was full of people in a right state! My sober self loved it!....There was a plethora of scantily clad women walking about the streets of London. "Warm are we?" I shouted at one girl shivering as I put on my ever so warm gloves.
On the bus some drunk Asian guy shouted to a poor lady, who was minding her business "Hey, white girl! Would you like to see my dick tonight?" How romantic. I actually wanted to throw up! That's nasty!
Belly grumbling and ten quid in pocket, I risked getting food poisoning by going into my local chicken and chips shop. Packed, I pushed my way forward and made my order of 2 pieces of chicken, 3 hot wings chips and a can of coke. New Year's healthy diet= fail. Some guy took out his student card, hoping to get a discount. "No discounts tonight, mate." the server said. "But I got one here this afternoon!", he protested. What? You're telling me that in the space of 24 hours, you've eaten this rubbish twice? Tut!
Anywho....This festive cheer will last for what? A good two, three more days? Then people will be back to normal: screw-facing, bitching et cetera et cetera! One thing that will definitely be carried on into the new year is this cold weather! Brrrr!
All that's left to say is, Happy New Year to the three of you that read my blog (my, myself and I). Hope it's a year that's filled with amazing experiences, accomplishments of new heights, few- if any- regrets, and most importantly growth. Whoop!
What did you get up to last night? Do tell!
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