The Morning After....

I am very disappointed, that none of you thought fit to hire the penthouse of The Balmoral last night, so that we Blipmates could come round for a good view of the sparklers.

Instead, I spent 45 minutes crushed between a chap with dubious personal hygiene, and a woman who shrieked non-stop into her mobile.

No, I wasn't at the fireworks - I was on the train back from Glasgow.......