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New Years celebrations always tend to be an anti-climax, the celebration of one number becoming another number quickly becomes absurd after midnight. But this was a different year than most, not least because we were invited to a large private bash up in the Lake District at Dan's parents' hotel, The Leathe's Head, which they had recently acquired but then closed for the New Year period.. As you can see from their website, it's a great place.

They probably hadn't quite planned it out properly though, as we soon drank almost every available keg of beer dry and then most of the bottles too. Upon discovering one could drink a bottle in about 2 seconds flat with the aid of a straw, things got even worse. Luckily I don't think it was me who opened that £200 bottle of wine accidentally. All that aside, it was the one decent New Years I can remember and I'm glad that it coincided with the Millenium. Oh, and we taught a toddler how to swear. I'm sure his parents are grateful still.

And if you're wondering why Dan is dressed as a French maid, it was for the murder mystery game. Although I get the impression he would have worn it anyway.