NYE NYC 2006

The hoi polloi converged on Times Square like lemmings to see the glittery ball drop. Amusingly, of the million plus strained bladders crammed into the space between Times Square and Central Park, about 12 were in a position to see aforementioned ball, and Meat Loaf, Christina Agiliera, Riana and a number of other non entities prancing about tunefully. The crowd was also swelled by what appeared to be an equal number of NYC's finest - complete with rubber gloves, assualt rifles and A-N of the NYC phone book.

Flic and I, on the other hand, were hobnobbing with the nobs high above the heaving masses, breathing the rarified air of the rich and famous in a 22nd floor apartment on 53rd street, midtown Manhattan. And watched the ball drop on tv, with an admirably wide range of booze.

The party was hosted by someone I understand is a struggling actor (in red jumper in photo below), but with very well off parents (which explains the fantastic location). Did I mention the booze? There was lots of it. But, I'm not convinced that champange and malibu represent a manly or palatable mix. All that said, a good time was had by all.

On the way home, even more fun was had. Your average New Yorker is not really equipped to deal with a pack of fun loving australians. It was a case of them not knowing whether to call the police, laugh or simply hope the foolishness went away.

The weather in NYC has been a balmy 5 - 10 degrees. Quite pleasant in fact. Tomorrow we get on a plane to Lima - where it is summertime and the living is easy.

As promised earlier, more on Spanky's is coming, however, a can of whoopass is being opened on Monday Night Raw, with the K-Fed as a main attraction (getting on with life after Brittney and earning an honest quid). Im sure you all understand the priority.

A fabulous New Year to you all, dear readers. Til next time.

Craig