Shit, There's A Field In The Road

So, it is New Year's Eve. Again.

And this year, I shall be spending it in the company of some Tiffin types, and the old Hampton types. And there will be much scariness.

I am more than a bit scared.

This will be the first year in MANY that I haven't spent with a Bish. I don't really know what to think about that.

A couple of days ago, I went to see It's A Boy Girl Thing, with Emma and Mark (Marc? Marrk? Maaaaarc? Marcus? Who knows? All I know is that he's Scottish. But says it is pronounced "Scarrtish". Which is obviously nonsense.) It wasn't a good film. It could possibly be described as shockingly awful, if you were so inclined. It was a kind of Freaky Friday mish mash thing, with a bit of She's The Man, and an addition of Mean Girls. But bad. Very very very bad. SO bad, that, in fact, it was actually kind of funny.

Well, I thought so.

I don't know what to wear tonight.

I may just go naked. Just for jokes.

Yawn.

See you next year.