On an epic scale, which is a shame, since Sam decided that my new green dress was pretty enough to comment upon.  Oh well.  I shall just bask in the knowledge that my favourite actor thought that I looked pretty on New Year's Eve.

It was an interesting New Year's Eve.  The play was seriously unsettling, and left me feeling very wound up.  I do not agree with plays about neuroses and full blown psychic episodes, and not being sure if you've killed your wife or not.  Or they do not agree with me.  Anyhow, not one that I want to see again.  At all. 

Other than that, I giggled a lot with Liz, and remembered just why I don't generally go around the place wearing contact lenses and generally gussied up.  I seem to attract attention like a magnet attracts iron filings.  While it is lovely having a drink bought for one, at random, by a stranger (it was a pub, before anyone panics: I could see said drink all the time), it's a bit much having three of them vying for one's attention simultaneously.  I distributed work contact details like confetti.  Easier than having anyone turn up randomly on my doorstep, after all.  I can just ignore, at work, or block, or whatever.  Really though.  There was the guy in the coffee shop, three at the first pub I went to, before the play (including the Australian Barman - who downed half a pint of Guinness with a Bailey's dropped in it at a terrific speed, and would be rather good at a rugby boat race), and then a bit very drunk chap at the second place after the play, who couldn't decide whether to be a fireman or an architect, and who was terribly insistent that I learn archery at Kensington Palace in the summer.

Er, no.

I did have a lovely lot of text messages from my friends throughout the night (13 when I woke up this morning).  I am, indeed, guilty of texting most everyone on the tube back to my parents.  It's mostly overground, and I had a phone, a plan with lots of free texts, and some free time.   At midnight, I was somewhere between Piccadilly Circus and Oxford Circus, and I missed all the fireworks, which is just the way I like it.  I am not good at fireworks.

xxx