I’m fond of telling people who aren’t familiar with Hogmanay about how it’s traditionally the biggest night of the year in Scotland. It’s the one time that you can drink in the street in Glasgow without fear of legal reprisal, and generally everybody is just out to have a good time. It feels like the whole city is awake until the wee hours.
As one might expect, any night with expectations that high can also be a big let down, with people never quite sure what to do. If you don’t live in town it can be a nightmare to get back home, and everywhere costs far more than it usually would… not to mention the issues with all of your usual bars being full of ‘amateur drinkers’. For those reasons, we’ve had a house party for the past few years, seeing in the bells with some good friends, and a lot of booze.
Things started out fairly civilised, and ended up getting pretty wild as the night wore on… with poor Grace having to go to bed early with what appears to be food poisoning of some sort. The less said about the chaos the better, except that I think we’ll have to do something different next year for a change.
For now, here are some pictures before my camera was confiscated for its own safety. More over on Lee’s site. Happy New Year.
