Which happens to be the fast train from Bishops Stortford to Liverpool Street.
A quiet New Years Eve, but nice to be up in the early hours of the morning by choice and not because a screaming child has declared it to be so.
Staying up long enough to see a generation of student's university fees be spent in 10 minutes of London Eye fireworks.
A good evening of demolishing Quality Street and playing cards with my beautiful wife. Who kicked my arse. As usual.
She even asked me 'Do you deliberately lose to keep me happy?' I'm honoured she'd think I'd do such a thing. Alas no.
So, what will 2011 hold? Will it be the year TV executives realise it's possible to make a light entertainment show without using the voice over guy from the X Factor. We can but dream.
New Year's resolution? I'll deal for beating my wife at cards.
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