I'm sitting here in front of the computer on an unremarkable Sunday; I shall smoke a cigarette and think about last night's washing up soon. The cigarette will remind me of how much I drank yesterday. I currently feel fine. So - an unremarkable Sunday.
Today, though, is new years eve, my first ever away from England. I would normally be looking forward to a London style turbo charged ecstasy fuelled roysta- doyst; I have never, since being able, gone anything other than potty on NYE.
So what will tonight bring? Well, I daresay that much of the ex-pat community will be, whisper it, having a few drinks this evening, in that not very but, oooh, why not it is our gap year decadant style that I've noticed here.
I can't wait. Happy new year.
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You know how it is. One night you go to bed, still feeling more or less young, with an eye for the girls and so forth, and next morning you wake up in the full consciousness that you're just a poor old fatty with nothing ahead of you this side the grave except sweating your guts out to buy boots for the kids.
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