then I started working doors and it'd be the same thing every year, fights, tears, some twat puking on the dancefloor, 12 o'clock comes and there's beer everywhere while they're all singing with arms round each other, some pissed up tart drapes herself on you and tells you how wonderful you are blah blah blah & everyone wants to snog the bouncers.... by it goes all melancholy and the beer starts really kicking in, cue more fights and crying and the ineviable physical removal of someone
The last New Years Eve i worked was just after the Tsunami, when images of the devestation where beamed into every pub in town as BigBen chimed - its not an atmosphere I partiularly want to experience again :sad: And this year, as I've just drove through town, most pubs have signs up because they have a door charge tonight ranging from £2 per person to £10 :shock: and that's just to get in!! I'm bloody glad I'm not part of that & dont envy anybody on the doors tonight. I'll be at home, being very vanilla and boring with Jools, me bottle of Asti , & steak with black pepper sauce
dont do that again! 
I love pickled onions :smug:
>>>>>>>>>>pm box is down there 
