We were drunk by the time we wandered to a bridge from which to watch the fireworks being set off from the London Eye, so pictures of the night are, uh, blurry. To say the least.
We'd brought beer for the waiting around and prosecco for the cork popping sound at midnight. Afterwards, we wandered along the streets, along with thousands of other drunken revelers. At least I wasn't singing football songs at the top of my lungs (why football songs?!) and I did feel like a street drinker of a higher class, as my drink was in an actual glass!