My parents always had a dozen or so old friends over on New Year's Eve and at midnight everyone held hands- crossed over- and sang Auld Lang Syne. Which now strikes me as weird. Ahh, the quaint customs of our Brits-in-exile forebears. How glad I am no longer to live in that sniffy Presbyterian grey city. To celebrate my current burg I went out for
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