So it’s the beginning of the new year. WELCOME 2014! I look forward to what you have in store for all of us this year. I’d firstly like to wish all of my dear readers a Happy New Year and may this year be the happiest you have lived so far.
I went to London last night for the New Year Eve firework display and it was spectacular; maybe minus a few aspects of the night in which I’ll share in a little while. I left from my home at around 16:00ish to meet my good friend and previous/future house mate Fara. Usually, New Years is a quiet celebration for my family as we all sort of step back and just take a break from Christmas. This was the first time I was spending it with a friend and to be honest I was super excited. Like a kid in a candy store excited. Anyway I met her at Liverpool Street Station and we drove around to find a parking spot from there which wasn’t as difficult as I had anticipated, however we did have to pay quite a hefty charge.
The night began to unfold with both alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages. I was feeling tipsy after the first couple of drinks like the light weight I am. Followed by typically greasy (but actually wasn’t and quite nice) British pub food. We both had the ‘Cod Father’. You are very likely to be able to guess what sort of meal this was if you have ever heard of the stereotypical thing eaten in good ole Britain. Fara and I caught up since I haven’t seen her since we broke up for Christmas break. We reminisced, talked about our families, friends, daily lives and took several well anticipated selfies and silly photos.
From there the troublesome fun started. By troublesome I mean PACKED. But by fun (although this may sound weird) to be almost squashed by the crowd whilst simultaneously singing at the top of our lungs to the chart hits of 2013. And again by troublesome I mean we were groped. Our backsides were constantly being attacked by unwanted male attention. The amount of times I spun round rapidly to screech and glare at assaulter and the great temptation I felt to stomp on who ever’s feet were behind me was almost not worth being there.
But still. I was in Central London on one of the greatest nights of the year. I danced around a lot. I got to wear fluffy pink bunny ears that lit up and I had one of the most exciting nights of my life so far. Here’s to a brand new year and a lot more troublesome fun to come!
Note to everyone: If you ever go to London for New Year’s Eve, DO NOT DRIVE. I REPEAT DO NOT DRIVE. It took us 3 hours to get home. I live 45 minutes drive tops from Central London.
Annoyingly trains out of London stop at around 01:00 which isn’t nearly enough time to leave the firework destination considering how many people there are. Tube trains work quite well but seriously take your time leaving as it will reduce the amount of frustration you’ll encounter while trying to make your way through crowds.
I suggest that if you do ever go, and I do recommend it, book a place to stay in London for the night or bring loads of patience and drink loads of coffee to stay awake from driving home.