Felt special to see the New Year fireworks from the 23rd floor of a Kensington hotel. The celebration started at lunchtime for nearly 14 hours; I don't do midnight in bed. Was up 21 hrs. Ghosts of New Years past-the good ones; you see who you're meant to see. Royal Albert in New Cross was the stonkingest start; rough on the outside, funky in the inside. The ripped up sofas evoked a dinge of years gone past; the staff, punters are characters.
Spent the evening with Americans; I should visit after 24 years..like the directness; you're not left wondering, the lifeforce. I'd been up since 6am so was doing alright. Had a duck curry. Sparkle, champers= style. Why can't we have 24hr trains, buses every weekend? No-one has a more interesting life than me. It's more balanced than before. Slept 3.30am-9.30am. Went for a walk 10.30 tonight. Must've been the quietest, most boring Fri night out. Brits just don't go out New Years Day. We   stay in and listen to the U2 song of the same name.