First and foremost:
Happy New Year!
2004 so far looks like a good one, except for the fact that I’ve got a sore throat.
New year’s eve was fab. On the whole I tend to agree with Winston Churchill that Champagne should be dry, cold and free. It was – and flowed freely – at the party Martin mentioned we’d been invited to Wednesday night. I don’t think I’ve ever drunk champagne constantly throughout the whole evening before. It’s a habit I’d be pleased to aquire.