New Year's Eve.

Why is Bridget Jones showing on New Year's Eve? And why am I watching it with a tub of chocolate ice cream on my own?

I still can't dance.

It's so odd, really. Found myself sitting next to this GP partner and his wife at their annual Christmas party, had an interesting conversation about their family life. Empty nest syndrome and all that. And when finally we were all chased upstairs to the dance floor I still found myself observing contentedly next to the bar, diet pepsi in hand. Well the eminently un-danceable Lady Gaga songs certainly didn't help. (Don't get me started on her, or the noise she produces)
No it's just interesting, really, how seven years here haven't changed my basic nature. (Interesting band, that)