When a friend invites you along to a New Year's Eve party that she's been invited to by a couple of acquaintances of her's that are also acquaintances of yourself. (Not that you know the people whose party it actually is you understand. No, they're just at the end of a long chain of people who know other people, etc.) Well my advice is to not bother going.

Yes it was a mildly entertaining hour or so in an overcrowded local pub, not getting served quickly enough at the bar, and generally getting jostled by the youngsters before we got the cab out to the party. But do I really want to do that on a damp December evening?

Well it was better than what followed.

When we got to the flat in Hove where the bash was being held it quickly became apparent that there was a social pecking order in place that was based around how much gak you had around you. Those that had it were the centre of attention, talking nineteen to the dozen in their coked up world - well they would be, wouldn't they. Those wanting a share had to fawn and flutter at the coke holders feet to be admitted to their 'special place'.

*********¹ to that, I say. Coke turns people into self-centred egotistical *******². The sort of people that I want *nothing* to do with

And there was nothing but some warm white wine to drink at the party if you were not one who wanted to play with the powder

And it took me two hours to walk home through the rain after I'd left the party early in disgust

Happy New Year! <harrumph>