NEW YEAR’S EVE ‘Yoah! New Year again, and we’re all bursting with it! Back here at the Glitterball like always.’ Always being the last four years.
‘It only became a tradition,’ I told Poxy, ‘because we had one great night here with that Freakout Band and Thingy Mopper the DJ. We decided it had been too good a do not to come back for a repeat, so we called it a tradition, eh? Then everybody’ll feel obliged to come.’
So Poxy’s coming to sit with me, eyes flashing over my neckline again. Fat chance. And Rupert’s making a dash for me, as well. He needn’t bother, either. But we were all getting sat down with the start-up round of drinks, and it was heading for being another great night…
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