Well I didn't join the masses in Central London to see in the New Year with a bang [or two] but chose the more sedate confines of my own home with the little one. The telly, of course, won out on the choice of what to do...however for the life of me I'm not sure why or how but I managed to land on Alan Carrs New Year Specstacular show.
It was bad TV. At first funny, then as the time wore on I realised my grin was fixed into a grimace and I was no longer laughing. Having flicked to other channels it really was the 'best' of a very bad lot, the more I watched in hope to find some joy, music by the Ting Tings and even JLS the only saving grace. The last time I found my self transfixed watching desperately unfunny people doing desperately unfunny things was at an Ann Summers party, and the time before that a theatre show of Puppetry of the Penis [oh yes]. Happy New Year indeed.
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