It's 12 minutes to midnight here and I've just been going through New Year's Eve pictures. I look bloated, jowly, bald and avuncular - at best. This is not the look that I was going for - and once again the commitment to the new diet and exercise program is enhanced. New Year's Eve kinda sees the whole world turn into Vegas for the night, doesn't it? It's a kind of wholesome vice - more naughty than nasty (on the surface anyway) that somehow seems state sanctioned. Of course all over the world there are people trying to recreate that famous Times Square kiss - Jude and a strange woman (or rather a woman who was a stranger) try their own version here. Also the woman was too short and too drunk to reach much above the nipple but hey, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas - right?
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
12 minutes to midnight
It's 12 minutes to midnight here and I've just been going through New Year's Eve pictures. I look bloated, jowly, bald and avuncular - at best. This is not the look that I was going for - and once again the commitment to the new diet and exercise program is enhanced. New Year's Eve kinda sees the whole world turn into Vegas for the night, doesn't it? It's a kind of wholesome vice - more naughty than nasty (on the surface anyway) that somehow seems state sanctioned. Of course all over the world there are people trying to recreate that famous Times Square kiss - Jude and a strange woman (or rather a woman who was a stranger) try their own version here. Also the woman was too short and too drunk to reach much above the nipple but hey, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas - right?
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