Come ye, come ye! Gather round and get rather smashed on your preferred choice of liver-furring toxic substance (or vaguely radioactive mineral water, if that's your thing). Rather than be a boring git protesting the pointlessness of New Year's Eve - having just maxed out your credit card on plastic Made In China tat for some ungrateful second-cousin - rejoice in this most hallowed and ancient (well, since 1752 anyway) seasonal celebration as two thousand and seven arrives.
A limited amount of floorspace is available at my premises for people who live a considerable distance away and want somewhere local to lay down their head. Contact me privately for info.
(P.S. The number of guests you can bring is utterly arbitrary; it didn't let me say "unlimited".)
Added by kapowaz on December 27, 2006