A Dead Chicken New Year

This afternoon Diana and I went up to Woodstock to have the very first bubble tea of the year. Aah, it was good. I'd forgotten just how good. A squishy surprise every time. Followed by the usual visit to Mickey Finn's, where I had the Royal Humpy burger. No, I'm serious, the Royal Humpy burger. I also noticed that at Mickey Finn's, not only are the lamps in the shape of salmon, but there are hundreds of playing cards stuck to the ceiling. Then we went to some grebby student house where Diana had two chickens and a cat to feed for a friend, and we noticed that one chicken had eaten the other. Urgh.

Well, call that a mixed start to the new year. Last night we watched a movie and drank some wine and then went to a fairly deserted party at the German House, and there was awkwardness. Plus I got a phonecall from Britain at 5 in the afternoon wishing me happy new year, so therefore the sense of occasion was stolen by timezone craziness.