Wringing in the New Year

because this-evening is one where I would dearly like to throttle Lui Stringer.

Unhappily for him – and me, I might add – it was decided to splurge more squillions of bucks on Sydney’s fireworks displays, this year, and have THREE of ‘em! Jesus H. Christ! – one at 9 pm for the little dears, a new one at 10.30, and then the regular monster at midnight.

[Stringer used to joke that Sydney, rather than being one of the crack capitals (as has been suggested in terms of the very large amounts of crys...