Happy New YEAR! Hogmanay is my favourite night of the year. At times so fantastic, at times so reminiscent, at other times it has passed by me completely. But whether I have peaked too early and am currently hugging my toilet floor having been shoved in a taxi (it might be someone else’s toilet floor…yes that happened badly one year) or I am watching the fireworks over the castle having popped out from the Black Tie event onto the rooftop (this is the plan so hopefully I am) – Slange Var!!!
Here is to the New Year. Yes yes in case you pick me up on it…I went for the easy spelling of cheers.
To Old Times
My favourite verse of Auld Lang Syne (old long since…for the old times) is the second one.
"And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup And surely I'll be mine And we'll talk' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne."
It basically means that we will both buy a pint (or another tipple of whatever is your thing) and we will talk together as friends who haven’t forgotten and who reminisce.
I get a little soppy about the fact that we Scottish people love the New Year and there is no better place to be than Edinburgh at Hogmany. So another favourite reminiscing tune that I will also make sure I listen to is Caledonia. Favourite bit about that song? Most of it…so probably the chorus.
"Oh Let me tell you that I love you that I think about you all the time Caledonia you're calling me now I'm going home and if I should become a stranger no it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had"
Anyway. Time to reflect on the year. Its been a good one. Here’s to the next.
Hopefully the next will be brought in having a glass of something good and watching the fireworks. This took effort. The dress I wanted to wear just didn’t cut it so I had a last minute dash yesterday to buy a new one. I bought two. I bought no heels though; which is pretty good going for me.
To New Times
So….When I get over the hangover that is undoubtedly coming my way I have to pack. Usually the 1st means more parties. First footing is still a thing in Scotland although I don’t think we do it enough nowadays. Stovies throughout the early hours of the morning and probably more alcohol.
Then after a lot of snoozing it is usually time to go have steak pie somewhere (my mum usually forces me to attend theirs). It’s a tradition on the 1st. This year I have to pack first, with a hangover (undoubtedly), she said I had to be their by 5pm (doubt it!).
I am off skiing on the 2nd. French Alps, French wine, French snow, can’t frecking wait.
So here’s to the New Year. I will be pointing down a mountain in two days time on things that make me slide down it. Slightly mental I know. Hopefully I won’t be on my backside too much although that is probably too much to ask. As long as I have my wine legs on it should be ok.
Here’s to your New Year. Hope its a good one. Slange!