I am not a fan of the proverbial New Year’s Eve celebration. Perhaps it’s the forced spontaneity (nice oxymoron there Schmeezy) of the whole event. Nonetheless, I am always amused by 2 things which, without fail, occur on New Year’s Eve.
The first thing is the inevitable boisterous call of the Cracka on the stroke of midnight of “Happy New Beer” whilst I gaze up at him adoringly waiting ever so patiently for the virgin kiss of the new year. He is always so chuffed with himself after that. Bless.
The other thing which amuses me is how complete strangers now feel the need to kiss you and wish you all the best for the forthcoming year. Don’t get me wrong, I am an enormous fan of kissing but I generally prefer it when I get an option in deciding whom I kiss.
Cynic? Me think perhaps so.
The first thing is the inevitable boisterous call of the Cracka on the stroke of midnight of “Happy New Beer” whilst I gaze up at him adoringly waiting ever so patiently for the virgin kiss of the new year. He is always so chuffed with himself after that. Bless.
The other thing which amuses me is how complete strangers now feel the need to kiss you and wish you all the best for the forthcoming year. Don’t get me wrong, I am an enormous fan of kissing but I generally prefer it when I get an option in deciding whom I kiss.
Cynic? Me think perhaps so.
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