Essentially Christmas is awesome.I don't think I felt very Christmassy until the weekend, when I walked around Winchester and Southampton consecutively in the freezing cold seeing all the markets and decorations and hearing lots of great Christmas sounds. I also went on a walk up a hill with a great friend of mine called Hayley, but because we were lazy/tired/sensible (delete as applicable) we decided to walk about a tenth of the way up and then go back down again because we weren't wearing appropriate shoes. Still, it was beautiful walking towards the hill, and very very cold and lovely. I love Winter. I love smelling mulled wine, and cinnamon and orange and mince pies, and eating too much and the general feel. And then of course, after Christmas is the monumental evening of New Years Eve.
I lived in Weymouth for 13 years and New Years is pretty much a massive deal. The whole town dresses in fancy dress, anything and everything, and it's said if you don't dress in fancy dress you get thrown in the harbour. Knowing Weymouth, this probably happens. For your viewing pleasure, here are some photos of the great New Years Eves of the past. Ignore severe drunken glazed over faces.
New Years Eve 2006-2007: some pirates, and some playboy bunnies
New Years Eve 2007-2008: some burglars, a mexican, a french maid, a school girl, cleopatra and peter pan.
This year we are having a circus theme and it will be WICKED.
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