Me and you both Sara .. however, put me in a reminiscing gear of times gone by. Loved the New Year's Eve Balls. My dad would be playing in the dance band and you wore your long taffeta dresses with proper dance shoes, soles that were furnished to slide on the waxed dance floors. Used to help to put that powder down. The mirrored globe centralised to give the maximum dancing lights and potato pie,tea and mince pies in the adjoining room.
After lots of Old Time Dancing, came the grand finale with the whole ballroom joining in for Auld Lang Syne and the promise of a quick kiss on the cheek at the last stroke of the clock. Then dance shoes in your bag in exchange for walking shoes that would take me up Burnley Road.(Taxis, what are they?)Back in the house, another brew, then off to my warm bed with a 'Happy New Year' call from me Mum and Dad.
Would love to have this type of night again ... hey, wake up Kate crunching glass under yer feet at the Bridge, holding up the guy next to you whilst he purses his slobbering beer stained lips in anticipation is probably the best that I can hope for ...
