Thursday, 1 January 2009

New Year Brighton Style

Why is it that clubs cost millions more to go to on New Year than on any other night? Are they really much better at New Year? £25 it cost last night, £25!! I rarely want to spend more than a fiver. For £25 I want free champagne, presents, fireworks, attractive waitresses asking me if I want any more drinks...you know what I mean.

I shouldn't really complain - there was a random trapeze display in the club last night by some woman who looked she'd been round it a fair few times...if you know what I mean. Less Miss World, more Miss Carpet World. (She was good though, don't get me wrong).

Being designated taxi driver meant I was dosing up on Red Bull/Relentless/anything remotely sugary. There we were powering along the A27, bouncing off the ceiling/crash barrier...

Just kidding. 70mph all the way.

Well, maybe 71.

Being sober massively paid off this time though. Not only did I save money (aside from the something like 8.80per litre Red Bull), I actually made money. Apparently when you're wrecked on New Year's Eve you regularly drop tenners by the bar. Or maybe if you live in Brighton you have so much money that not all the notes fit in your wallet so you have to let some go.

On about five separate occasions I looked down and there would be a note. (banknote obviously, I'm not some sort of PostIt fiend). Didn't see them being dropped so I had no idea whose they were. I might put them to some kind of good cause. Either way I felt surprisingly lucky...

My wallet has forty pounds more in it than when I left last night. Now that's the kind of night out I like and a frankly fantastic start to the year. Long may it continue.