Listening to: Radio 4 comedy podcasts
Reading: Sharpe's Fury (is it just me or does Bernard Cornwell need to tone down the titles a bit? I look forward to Sharpe's Irritation, Sharpe's Discomfort, Sharpe Gets Caught Up In Red Tape)
It's our first Hogmanay north of the border and we're off out to the nearby hotel in a while. Mrs TPF is preparing a cocktail of smelly stuff for the bath, I'm putting my feet up for a bit as I'm dressed and ready. . .
There's going to be music and dancing and I will try not to overdo the malts at the end of the night. I'll also be trying to avoid any further unnecessary research into the relationship between kilts and underpants. This picture (from the US, I believe) tells you all you want to know and probably much more. . .
Actually, I don't know what to expect really. Regular readers will know that the locals are a bit ambivalent about their Scottishness (except when Scotland are playing England at anything, funnily enough), so I imagine the evening could end up like this. . .
I've just been trundling around, googling Hogmanay and suchlike, and was delighted to find that the Germans call New Year Silvester!
Thufferin' Thukatash! Happy New Year, everyone.