I have advice for New Year’s Eve. Two courses of action seem to me preferable to anything else… Big parties that start at 8pm and drag on fuelled by alcohol and small talk… strangers leaping across small dance floors or worse hotel parties in far off resorts… make me want to shoot myself.
Even parties at other people’s houses I dread. There is always someone there who hates me or worse wants to tell me how they have always hated me until the very moment we are face to face on a lopsided beach somewhere I regret ever going…
No. Never again will I do anything other than the below.