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Reality:

Your friends all have babies. There hasn’t been a proper house party in years. There will be no last minute invite. You have no option but to host said last minute house party. But who will you invite? Your friends all have babies.

Reality:

You spent too long “keeping your options open” and now even an emergency next day delivery ASOS order won’t save you. Everything went into the sale. Last week. Your size is long gone babes.

Reality:

Sweaty bars that are so packed you won’t be able to find your faves, even if they do score a miracle babysitter.

Expectation:

Worst comes to worst, you can head into town, you know it there, they’ll have a DJ. It’ll be fun.

Reality:

Even the dodgy Weatherspoon’s is threatening to charge £20 entry. Sure it was £10 but those advance tickets sold out months ago. Soz.

Expectation:

We’ll get really drunk and laugh the night away

Reality:

The lucky ones with advance tickets for Wetherspoons actually turn up. Now you’ve spent £20 and can’t even drown your sorrows with a £5 bottle of Rose. Well, you can, in 50 minutes once you get through that bar quee.

Expectation:

A romantic kiss with the love of your life at midnight

Reality:

An 18 year old living the absolute dream is sick on your shoes.

Lets face it, NYE is always a liiitle bit disappointing, but, at least deep down we already knew that. Whatever you're doing this year I hope nobody is sick on your shoes. 

*Some snaps of me having the time of my life, at least one of which may, or may not, have been taken at a NYE house party.