Take it away, Ringo.
My personal strategy for coping with the stressful demands of welcoming a new year is to be fast asleep in my own bed when the clock strikes midnight.
Judas Priest is fine by me, but “living after midnight, rocking to the dawn” no longer tops my list of objectives. But to each their own. Those of you who wish to be nocturnal about it, fine and dandy, and I’ll crawl off somewhere to nurse a glass of Tawny Port within pillow’s reach, thereby keeping my car off the road.
I’d be falling asl ......
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