For two years running I haven’t been able to give my lovely man a kiss on NYE because I have been working *sob sob*.
So there I was at the stroke of 12, snapping away like a loon whilst balloons descended, people kissed and that good old feeling emerged… out with the old and in with the new. I have a crack pot theory…in whatever way you see in the New Year an element of it will carry through into the year itself so what better way to start then by working hard, shooting some fab celebs (ala Miss Cat Deeley) and doing what you love. Hopefully my theory is poppycock (great word) as I would like to keep my kissing quota relatively high this year!
The night was a huge success and such a great event to be part of. The organisers ‘Three’s a Crowd Events Ltd’ put many a prosperous derriere on expensive seats and certainly didn’t disappoint with the lure of exquisite food and exceptional live performances from the likes of Beverly Knight, Tony Christie, Buddy Grecco and Paloma Faith who were all accompanied by the 30-piece Guy Barker Orchestra. The whole event was broadcast live on Radio 2 and hosted by none other than Mr Patrick Kietly and because I am a regular listener to Radio 2, you can imagine it was all pretty exciting for me (excitable seal hand-clap,excitable seal hand-clap, excitable seal hand-clap).
For someone who has never ventured into the centre of town on NYE for fear of suffocation, stampedes, loss of Oyster card who knows, I – along with the rest of London – tried to leave Embankment at about 1am. Yikes. So in a desperate attempt to start 2012 in a very un-squish way (note my theory here if you will), I decided to bide my time and buy a Double Decker chocolate bar (rock n ‘roll), 12.5grams of Golden Virginia, a packet of Rizlas, some Swan filters and a lighter (spot the semi ex-smoker with crack pot theories)and smoked a cigarette on the steps of Temple next to a burly bunch of Police officers while commending the impressive manner in which they hoarded the masses down into the tube and thus clearing the entrance for me to make my way home. Note to self: chocolate + cigarettes do not mix.
For someone who has never ventured into the centre of town on NYE for fear of suffocation, stampedes, loss of Oyster card who knows, I – along with the rest of London – tried to leave Embankment at about 1am. Yikes. So in a desperate attempt to start 2012 in a very un-squish way (note my theory here if you will), I decided to bide my time and buy a Double Decker chocolate bar (rock n ‘roll), 12.5grams of Golden Virginia, a packet of Rizlas, some Swan filters and a lighter (spot the semi ex-smoker with crack pot theories)and smoked a cigarette on the steps of Temple next to a burly bunch of Police officers while commending the impressive manner in which they hoarded the masses down into the tube and thus clearing the entrance for me to make my way home. Note to self: chocolate + cigarettes do not mix.
Back in Fulham my neighbours played some very loud music until approximately 7am.
New Years Eve 2011 will always be remembered as an evening of incredible musical talent, observing the merriment, sleeping with headphones and waking up with sore ears.
To see more images from the evening, please click on the following link: http://www.stompinatthesavoy.co.uk/
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