Happy New Year's? [Nostalgia/ growing up/ imagery]
New year's eve. Smells of black-tie, ball-gowns and success. If it was a movie it'd star DiCaprio and be directed by Baz Lurman. Hi-jinks, Mumm's champagne, manners and smiles, with fireworks in the background. Alas...only the richest really get that tapestry...; educated in a Swiss private school, Daddy's money, spot-free and shining with future. Us Euro-poor; social welfare funded and schooled by weapon-wielding religious must learn by mistakes what the aristocracy just has in it's DNA. New Year's Eves to remember are a jewel sought after but seldom possessed by us mere mortals. We drink to get a feeling of godliness. And become anaesthesised in the process. New year's day becomes a jigsaw to be pieced together in pursuit of what we hoped happened rather than what actually did. Here's some random memories of my New Year's past that tell the truth. NEW ROSS; Colosseum night club. Thirty years ago. I've broken up with her. The ...