With other plans having failed to materialise, I almost thought last night would be quiet and boring, until Bernard was kind enough to suddenly call me. We hit the South Perth foreshore and watched the fireworks at Gloucester Park, while trying to avoid the slighty-drunk mob milling around the Oyster Bar.

I didn’t realise that spending New Year’s Eve with a group of random people I mostly don’t know, assembled at the last minute, could be so much fun

… and of Sydney’s NYE fireworks.