New Years Eve: 1990

One of the best New Years Eve parties I have ever been part of was in 1990. I remember (Parts of it) as if it was yesterday. Everyone decided to go out drinking in fancy dress costume. My wife was Ann Boleyn, (Breasts spilling out of a tightly bound bodice, hehe) I was Sir Walter Raleigh, complete with cod piece, and the others, about 8 of them, all in costumes ranging from a snowman to a robot to a scarecrow.

It was snowing heavily, which gave the night a special feel because there was already a thick covering of snow on the ground. We all met at the snowman’s house and began drinking wine to start the evening off in style before we traveled to the same pub about a mile away, arriving in a convoy of taxis, one following the other, historical figures emerging through the taxi doors, all ready for what turned out to be a fun filled evening/night. The amount of inquisitive stares, mixed with looks of derision followed our every move. We didn’t care, especially when the beer flowed as we moved from pub to pub. The snowman (Bob) had a keen eye for a joke (As well as my wife’s heaving breasts) so, as we all mingled in a cosy pub (Standing room only) he slipped away (Pun intended). As we left the pub we looked around for Bob and he had merged amongst the real snowmen across the street on a snow covered piece of grass, mimicking the pose of the other snowman, arms held out to the side, carrot on nose, sandwiched between the others, blending in beautifully. We sang “Auld Lang Syne” arms interlinked as the clock ushered in the new year, then we carried on partying until everyone of us decided to carry the party on and caught taxis to go back to Bobs house.

His house was half way up a very steep road, and the squashed snow on the road had made it a natural ski slope. So, with everyone much the worse for alcohol wear, we decided to get the sledges out, carry them to the top of the hill, and with alcoholic drink in hand, race downhill, trying to avoid the cars that were parked sporadically on each side of the road.

The noise we were making (Laughter, shouting and ‘Wheeeeeeeingggg’) brought the neighbours out of their drunken slumbers and into the street watching and eventually asking to join in the fun.

So, picture the scene. About 16 or so adults, all between 21 and 35, all taking turns to race against each other, all pissed as farts, all wanting to beat the other to become the fastest down the hill. Bets were taken on who would beat who 😂 I raced the last race at about 4am against a chap I had never really spoken to before, apart from a nod and a casual “Hello” from time to time.

He was very competitive and really, really wanted to win. He took an early lead and was about 4 feet in front of me, hollering away, claiming expectant victory when the extra weight (I think) came to the my rescue. I suddenly whizzed past him and hit the finish line first, raising my arms in triumph. Unfortunately, I was going to fast to stop or even care, and smashed into the side of a parked car. I didn’t hurt myself and luckily, the car withstood my alcohol fuelled head.

I remember getting a congratulatory hug from my wife and distinctly remember a whispered promise of more to follow when we went home. Ahhhhh the life of a winner!!!

All that actually happened when we arrived home was a cuddling up of cold bodies until we quickly fell asleep.

I loved that new year, I’ll always remember it.

4 thoughts on “New Years Eve: 1990

  1. I’m not surprised you love that story John. What a great night. Everything is there. Happiness multiplied again and again. The last twist (sleep, rather than nookie) was so real. What a sketch to dress up in those costumes and have the downhill races later on. As you get older, and activities become more restricted, it’s so good to have a pile of those stories in the locker. And Bob the snowman. Love it all.

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