I love New Year. Christmas you can keep, New Year is where it’s at for me. And as I go into 2011 single, I get a teensy weensy bit giddy at the magic of 31st December.
New Years Eve 1985 was when it started...I fancied Dave at school since Jan 04. He was in the year above, hung around with the cool scooter boy/indie lads, a ring leader, tall and gorgeous. I stalked him mercilessly – I made his sister (year below me, quiet) my new BFF and even babysat for his brat of a 7 year old brother. He had the same taste in music as me and I died in raptures of pure delight when I was babysitting and he used to come in and ask me if I wanted to “share a fag”. Those snatched 5 minutes on their back step sharing an Embassy with the object of my desire were moments treasured. Trust me. Second hand spit near the filter was total nectar to me and my teenage hormones.
Anyway, NY Eve 85 I went out with a few girls and we hung around in strategic street corners like we did ...and I’m sure teenagers with no money and nothing to do and nowhere special to go do nowadays. At about 10pm we had met up with Dave’s group of lads and we were larking about. Come midnight, we were all messing about in an alleyway between houses (I have to say it was in a nicer area of town) and someone counted down midnight. At the stroke of twelve, it was ME Dave was stood in front of. I nearly died. Or wet my pants. Or both. Anyway, he took my face in his cold hands that smelt of fags and kissed me. God it was heaven. Trust me. Best snog of my teenage years. Come 3rd January he was going steady with a bird that was older and better looking than me but you know what? I didn’t care. That kiss was magic.
Fast forward to New Years Eve 1991. I was 21, managed an indie band and thought I was cooler than a polar bears arse. I wasn’t. I’d been going to the Riverside in Newcastle for years, an amazing music venue (RIP Riverside) where I saw some real legends play some cracking gigs. Garry worked on the door, he was the biggest (6ft 7” tall) and the most intelligent (day job was an environmental engineer) and he had chased me for weeks. That NY Eve I was out with the crowd from a local recording studio and ended up at the Riv for last orders/midnight countdown. I’d been out for a drink with Garry once and decided he was a bit too ‘normal’ for me. Come midnight I was backstage and snogging him as if my life depended on it. Come 1am we were at a house party together, snogging as if our lives depended on it. Come 3am he was in my bed. Garry was my first real love and we were together for a crazy year and we are still in touch occasionally. New Year rocks.
Have a fantastic New Year whatever you’re doing and whoever you’re kissing! MWAH x
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