A few years ago I tried, together with some friends, to head downtown to see the fireworks. In a word, it was awful. Pissing with rain, the centre was a mess of angry people, mounted police who’d clearly lost their Christmas mood and, more importantly, not a single shop where to buy booze. Long story short we retreated in somebody’s house and watched them on the Beeb.
Fast forward to yesterday, I am now older, wiser and in possess – well, in rent – of a balcony which, if you stand exactly at one edge and ignore the uppermost branches of the tree, has a direct view of the London Eye, the Shard and even Canary Wharf, all neatly lined up. Here’s what we saw.
8PM and, in true Italian style, some are already throwing fireworks.
At midnight the Mayor hit the anti-aircraft guns, or at least so it seemed. Here’s what we saw as we stood sipping wine next to the clicking camera.
Then, after some ten minutes, it all ended. Happy New Year everyone, let’s hope it’s going to be better than 2016 even though it seems unlikely.