I spent my new year in a club in Brixton called: How Does It Feel To Be Loved.
It was a fun night I got my dance on and did lots of twirls with Kelly and Liz.
I didn't get a snog, which is not that surprising but mildly irksome - I hope that isn't a suggestion of things to come in 2008.
Yah I can say that now, we're in 2008, great!
Eughk.
Yes I'm hungover, drank a fair few Sambucas last night amongst other things.
So what can I expect of 2008: well, no more mice (not before they started eating my knickers though), a flowerless Peace Lilly - it's got lots of luscious leaves though, as for the rest..?
New Years bongs were a bit weird when played through a club sound system, I want Big Ben, I want fireworks.
New Years always feels a little anti-climatic anyway, so...
Please excuse me while I crawl off into a corner and rock.
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