New Year's Eve at the hotel, a posh place my lawyer was there too I thought of all the money I had paid him for my divorce. Eight o’clock five hours to midnight it was like watching a kettle boil. The wine, plenty of it helped, I soon joined the festivities. The food wasn’t up to much not for all the money I had paid, my new wife told me to shut up and enjoy myself. Then I got drunk and it was midnight. My solicitor behaved like clown and danced like a demented monkey. Three o’clock when we got home, “wasn’t a lovely party” my wife said. This must have been the same time as Coptic Christians, in Cairo, coming out of a church after midnight mass…were blown up.
