So, given that New Year’s Eve only happens once a year you only get one stab of featuring the art that said goodbye to the old year.
Now I think you are either a Christmas or New Year person, and I and my family are definitely Christmas.
There were a few years when the attractions of alcoholic excess seemed attractive but they were accompanied with a hangover and a wasted following day.
Nor did I ever feel the need to party away with a heap of strangers in in a hotel eating food that was overpriced and pretentious.
But lots of people did and still do and I wouldn’t knock them for that.
So instead, here are two pieces of New Year art, courtesy of Suzanne Morehead whose parents danced the night away having had the full menu.
Back in the day, we saw it in with the kids, and in the absence of that insane bout of fireworks would hear the ships sirens from the docks welcoming in another year.
Location any one of a shedload of New Year’s Eves
Pictures; from various hotels, 1947-1969, from the collection of Suzanne Morehead
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