New Year’s Eve – where can we hide?

[Courtesy Chuckles]

Aaaaaaggggghhhh!!!!

The very notion of New Year’s Eve and dancing has me running for cover and not coming out until after New Year.

How to avoid dancing like an embarrassing Dad this New Year’s Eve …

Not so much in the past few years, now the danger’s passed but on the old blog, I ran a piece by Stephen Pollard about NYE parties and in particular, that most loathed of “dances” – the conga.

Can you imagine anything more appealing than this?

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Can’t now find Stephen’s original piece online but I have the text of it from his old blog:

It is quite beyond me how any sentient human being could actually enjoy it.

Despite the fact that every year it serves up the same combination of discomfort, expense and misery, come the following year, people behave as if the entire wretched experience has been wiped from their memory and look forward to it once again as the greatest party night of the year.

Almost certainly you will know, at most, half a dozen people at the party. As midnight strikes, you must celebrate joyously with strangers. Yes, I can think of nothing I would rather do than be pushed into a giant conga around the room in the middle of the night with people to whom I have never spoken.

And here’s Stephen reprising the idea.

You may well be a boisterous, “bubbly” person who enjoys nothing more than pressganging reluctant people into group dancing but you’re not going to catch me anywhere near such a thing.

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In Blighty, thank goodness, one can avoid NYE like the plague, should one want – this is the land of the sad misanthrope after all – but in Russia, there was no escape. If you were shaping up to be alone on that night, someone was always going to try to stop it happening, even down to them crashing your evening.

Done from good motives, no doubt and on the principle that no one could possibly wish to have a quiet one alone, boisterous social creatures never understand that some might not wish for such a vehicle by which to greet the NY.

Auld Lang Syne is a fine old tune and nothing against it – just not in an artificial circle of bonhomie with everyone fiercely enjoying themselves to overcome the boredom.

There was a sweet article by a girl called Elena and the thing she pointed out, which stayed with me, was that she always feels so alone on NYE – this despite the crowd of people or rather – because of it. With family or a couple of friends or a boyfriend/girlfriend, it’s never lonely.

Walk though among a swaying crowd of determined revellers and you know no one, you’re not part of their world, your companion is Proust. You wander on dark though streetlit glistening black streets, past the endless couples arm-in-arm, you’re pile-driven by the endless thump-thump-thump of the outdoor concert over there, with some adenoidal girl or man-having-a-vasectomy-without-anaesthetic utterly destroying some beautiful song or the MC bellowing into a microphone and booming from a tannoy close to where you are and it’s brought home over and over that you’re alone. Utterly alone, unknown and don’t figure in anyone’s plans.

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No thanks – I’d rather be alone with friends, even online. Russia always features in my NYE – there’ll be Skyping, there’ll be toasts, it will have those overtones to it.

As a person not generally given to loneliness [otherwise I would have done something about it at any cost], nevertheless, two moments remain in the vivid memory.

One was in Luxembourg. I’d visited friends in France and many of those locations feature in my books, now it was time to continue the tour and the night after I’d been in a farmhouse with friends, struggling to understand French but having a whale of a time, I now found myself in Luxembourg, streetlit, bustling, knowing no one, nowhere to sleep.

The other was one weekend, having been overworking a bit, thought I’d take a spin up to Scotland, asked a couple of people, no one fancied it so off I went. Driving into Inverness around dusk, the lights in houses and in shops were inviting, the scene was picturesque – and yet there was no place for me there, no abode, I knew no one, none of those warm fireside interiors were for me.

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There was a third, actually but not my experience. It was one of those desktop wallpapers [can't find it now]. Looking in through a snow-covered window, there was a festive scene inside of a family around the fire and presents under the trees.

Outside, on the snowy sill, looking in, were two robins. Think this wallpaper was removed later as it had sad overtones. Yet it resonated with me.

How to reconcile this image with the image of Stephen Pollard’s hated conga? I mean, we don’t have to remain on the sill outside, looking in. We could be inside, doing the conga with the rest of ‘em.

Doesn’t it come down to either being with someone special or being with no one at all? Fortunately, my Russian gf and I both had the same idea and would slip away to be alone together. That’s when the endless, swaying crowds, the dark, glistening streets, the cacophony, all came alive, vibrant rather than mind-battering.

There’s a message somewhere in all this waffle, just don’t know what it is.

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Classy lines from the article and comments, by the way:

# I want to embarrass the kids with my dodgy dancing. It’s like one of those real great milestones of life like hazing your daughters boyfriend with the gun cabinet.

LOL.

# Just like cheap vodka and tattoos, head banging, air guitar and heavy metal are best left to the under 20s.

Yep.

# I’d advise staying away from parties with primped bottle blondes who think anyone gives a toss what she thinks about their dancing?

Precisely. She’s a real turn-off. Someone not up herself though – that would be another matter.

7 Responses to “New Year’s Eve – where can we hide?”

  1. macheath December 29, 2013 at 10:40 Permalink

    If you’ll forgive me unleashing my inner pedant, an artificial circle of bonhomie sums the situation up beautifully.

    The song, in its entirety, is addressed to one ‘trusty’ friend, reminiscing about shared exploits from the eponymous distant past. All that hand-holding stuff isn’t supposed to happen until the final verse – ‘Now gie’s a hand…’ – yet, south of the border, one is almost invariably proffered an unwanted sweaty paw on each side from the very first line (as in this somewhat disturbing example: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ng4T1W-TO7Q)

    It’s surely the natural result of an emotionally incontinent society, rushing into enforced intimacy at the first opportunity (well, that and the fact that most people can’t be bothered to learn more than the first verse). Much the same thing applies to the Conga; where once couples danced together until the drummer joined the throng to start the concluding procession, participants gleefully seize someone else’s hindquarters the moment the music starts.

    Instead of a gradual process of inclusion as the song or dace progresses, this rush specifically excludes anyone who is not already part of the crowd – too late!

  2. James Higham December 29, 2013 at 10:51 Permalink

    Mercy buckets for that.

    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    and never brought to mind ?
    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    and auld lang syne* ?

    CHORUS:
    For auld lang syne, my jo,
    for auld lang syne,
    we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
    for auld lang syne.

    And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
    and surely I’ll be mine !
    And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
    for auld lang syne.

    CHORUS

    We twa hae run about the braes,
    and pu’d the gowans fine ;
    But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
    sin auld lang syne.

    CHORUS

    We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
    frae morning sun till dine ;
    But seas between us braid hae roar’d
    sin auld lang syne.

    CHORUS

    And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
    and gie’s a hand o’ thine !
    And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
    for auld lang syne.

    CHORUS

  3. JD December 29, 2013 at 16:37 Permalink

    hide?
    from what?

    are you turning into Jean-Paul Sartre again? :)

  4. CherryPie December 29, 2013 at 16:44 Permalink

    I have never been a fan of New Years Eve. Usually just see it in quietly with a few friends or family and a glass of bubbly.

  5. ubermouth December 29, 2013 at 23:39 Permalink

    I love the song Auld Lang Syne. Great song and thanks for the full lyrics, james.

    I don’t know why people succumb to the enforced celebrations inflicted upon them lest they feel bad about themselves. I have not celebrated NYE since I was 15 and don’t plan to. I much prefer to let the new year quietly slip in as the old slips out. I don’t see it worthy of celebration.

    I feel the same about Valentine’s Day…why must people feel that they need a ‘lover’s day’ ? It sets people up to fall short of expectations and makes singletons miserable.

    I much prefer family holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving where the real celebration is the anticipation and excitement of family coming together.

    Humbug!

  6. Amfortas December 30, 2013 at 00:34 Permalink

    Higham !! All these years I have avoided knowing what the words were to that damned song ! Hopefully when Scotland declares independence, the EngGov will ban it. from ever being sung again south of the border.

  7. ubermouth December 30, 2013 at 02:11 Permalink

    I shall sing it to you on Skype Amfy! :)

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