Maybe it’s much too early in the game
Aah, but I thought I’d ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year’s
New Year’s Eve?
We are primed to go – London on New Year’s Eve.
The weather appears to be cooperating with highs around +12° C and no rain in sight.
We have our tickets in hand for the north side of the Thames. Sadly we did not win those two tickets for the midnight London Eye ride. But we will be across the river on the Embankment taking it in.
We’re booked on CrossCountry Rail. [uh-oh!]
OF COURSE there is always that last tidbit of news:
Ahh – It wouldn’t be Britain without some labour action. We can scarcely blame them as profits and CEO salaries thrive while workers each year see a diminished salary. [See there is always some little place to squeeze in some political commentary.]
So we will play it by ear – and our thumbs are ready to hitchhike on the carriageway if need be.
[Late breaking news – we are booked on the bus!]
I did some research about the ‘best’ place to be for the fireworks. The most consistent advice – “Stay home and watch it on the telly.” Oh well.
The BBC coverage of the 2016/17 fireworks is from that same area on the Thames, called the Embankment.
So mug of hot rum in hand, we are off to the big city – we will wave – from the new year in London back in time to the old year in Canada.
…and finally who does New Year’s better than Ella.
[I was fortunate to see Ella in Toronto in 1976. She was the embodiment of generosity to her audience.]
HAPPY NEW YEAR. [or for the Scots Bliadhna Mhath Ùr]