I HATE idiots throwing firecrackers at people. I HATE shit faced people in the S-Bahn. I HATE overcrowded clubs. I HATE “So, what are you doing at New Year’s Eve?”. I HATE the dirt and vomit in the streets the day after. I HATE New Year’s Eve melancholy. I HATE that you can’t get a bloody taxi that night. I HATE foggy skies so you can’t even get a decent look at the fireworks. I HATE that moment when everybody is supposed to be cheerful and wishes each other a Happy New Year, although it’s just another overrated night with too much booze.
Cheers I say, dryly.
