New years dread

It’s getting to that time of year again: hurried phone calls, “casual” texts and subtly probing conversations start. “What are your plans for New Years?”

It is one night of the year that the only thing worse than going out is staying in. The extra pressure to have the best night EVER and yes you know it, start the year as you mean to go on.

So if this means watching The X Factor in your onesie with a tub of ice-cream in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, I dread to know what 2012 will have in store.

Once an appropriate event is selected the competition really starts, subtle yet determined as everyone earmarks exactly who they will be kissing at midnight. Remember, if you pick a shocker then you may as well go to bed for 2012. Better luck next year.

New Year is the end.  It marks the end of Christmas festivities and heralds the start of work, a new diet or the realisation of how unprepared you are for looming January exams. All the time accompanied by the mantra: new year, new you. No pressure then.