I have several possible scenarios
1. Stay in with my parents. Oh please god no. But I don't want to go clubbing and all the pubs round here are shit so..

2. Go for a massive rave up at the Que Club in Birmingham with vague friends. Rinse at least 100 quid and never remember 100 conversations with random hippies. This is only for if I get get rich and desperate.

3. Go to my usual pub. End up getting in an argument with a Daily Mail reading arsehole around midnight. Screw that.

4. Go to houseparty invited by fucking hot but a bit pretencious 20-year old lesbian (possibly bisexual, she seems a bit confused), drink booze with her young emo friends and hopefully they wont all be twats after a few drinks. This is the best option so far, if I end up being invited. I've sweetened my prospects by saying I'll make Glacier mint-flavoured vodka.

I'm superstitous about NYE. Always try to make it awesome. Even if that means quitting the party I'm at, walking down the street, talking to strangers and crashing their party - as has happened before on some memorable occasions..
(Alfonso Bongo BELL AIRE HORSE EXTRAORDINAIRE, Thu 23 Dec 2010, 23:16, Reply)