As the clock struck 12.02 it looked like
Courchevel had become another victim of the credit crunch. Instead of the skies being lit up with their usual intensity the organisers had instead decided on the value pack of fireworks from the local corner shop.
Luckily someone near the New Solarium hotel maxed out their credit card at the golden shower Chinese pyrotechnic concern and by 12.10 the skies were lit up as if someone had leaked the wereabouts of the Hamas Christmas party to the Israeli airforce.
Apart from that my NYE was much the same. Couple of drinks, bottle of cheap champagne,
Kalico until the early hours, crying myself to sleep alone. I hope yours bore more fruit than mine.
