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And before you know it, it's 2002. The New Year kicked off well: Michelle and I headed over to Iain's for some </2001> hospitality ... mulled wine, bubbles and nibbles filled us and the rest of the crew up nicely. 'Twas bloody good going at short notice too, Scally and I having informed the good Mr Croll the night before that he was having a party, full stop can't say it back no returns times infinity. Cheers mate!

A mad dash into town then followed, arriving at Waterloo for the witching hour with five minutes to spare. I consumed a can of Speights in honour of absent friends, before the bubbles flowed again when Big Ben did the hands-up-in-the-air thang. It was damned cold too, but the alcohol and good friends kept spirits aloft.

Amazingly, the back streets of the South Bank proved no hindrance either when we returned to Waterloo and found the tube station closed: I managed to find Southwark station on blind instinct, ensuring our arrival back in north London with a minimum of both fuss and muss. A good omen for the year ahead I hope!
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