It’s New Year’s Eve. I am writing on my phone. There are five minutes to go before the aforementioned New Year. At midnight I am going to press Submit regardless of whether or not I’ve finished a sentence.
Tonight we have celebrated the New Year by eating a shitload of puddings which everyone brought over to my friends Ben and Amy’s house. By about half ten, most of us had eaten at least eight puddings, with some going as far as ten. Shortly after midnight, the last arrival showed up with an amazing-smelling savoury pudding — lamb and mint in a big crusty lump of suet. Amazing.
As midnight approaches, I’m grateful to ring in 2012 with good friends, and curious as to why the iPhone keeps wanting to correct “2012” to “2013”.
The countdown has begun. Champagne is being poured. Celebrations are imminent.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
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