.....stick it up your arse".
I, who am not known for shying away from a soiree, am transformed into a Humbug of epic proportions by the mere mention of a Hootenanny.
As luck would have it, I share this loathing with my sister-in-law's spouse and tonight, we will be sitting together arms tightly folded on the sofa, glowering at anyone who dares to mention Big Ben or suggests going out on the street to embrace neighbours you spend the other 364 days of the year trying to avoid making eye contact.
Anyone else dread New Year's eve parties and all that Auld Lang shite?
H