In New York in time for New Year’s. The plan was to go to a party overlooking Times Square to watch the ball drop, but my flu had other plans, which involved watching the Big Bang Theory marathon on television with a steaming hot cup of Lemsip Max. My inner child, however, overcame me at the stroke of midnight, as I dragged myself snuffling and pajama-clad to the roof to watch the fireworks. Turns out, if I’d been at the party, I wouldn’t have seen the fireworks that seemed to be coming from the Central Park direction. There’s always a silver lining. I raise my glass (of steaming hot Lemsip) to 2012.
Times Square all aglimmer at the stroke of midnight. If I'd been there, I wouldn't have seen...
...the Grand Finale from the rooftop. Hello 2012.
Where's my backpack? 