When i was a kid i loved New Year. Where i lived everyone had their doors open and you could drop in to houses for a drink and stay all night. Or a party, there was loads going on. Then, around 11.45 everyone would leave and make their way out on the junction between two main roads (Priory and Breck), to celebrate and all would be hugs, kisses and wishes, something that had gone on for 100+ years. Then all back to party all night, the invites were none stop.
I didn't get it back then, just thought it was loads of fun (as well as having my first propper snog!) and would be there forever BU