A couple of days before Christmas, I met my friend Nipun for brunch at Dishoom. He had booked in advance, as one must do in these times.
A member of staff met us outside and briefed us on the Covid regulations. As we left her and made for the door, I overheard her speaking into her radio.
“Nipun is coming inside.”
After the obligatory hand-sanitising inside the door another acolyte explained that we would be dining downstairs today and presented us with our individual pre-sanitised menus.
We moved on.
“Nipun is on his way downstairs” I heard from behind me.
I felt like I was brunching with POTUS. An entirely appropriate level of deference to be shown to a former skipper of the Holy Cross Second Eleven, I’d say.
Christmas Day I spent with my mum, making occasional Zoom contact with London. It was a quieter Christmas than usual. Mum and I watched the original 1969 version of The Italian Job in the afternoon.
We then watched a “making of” documentary on YouTube. Among the many interesting things I learned was that BMC (manufacturers of the Mini at the time) were less than helpful to the filmmakers, despite the picture turning out to be a feature-length advert for their car, whereas Fiat in Turin bent over backwards to assist them.
Perhaps the most startling discovery was to do with a scene set in a prison towards the end. As news of the success of the job filters back to the Guv’nor, the inmates started repeatedly chanting “England!” as he regally descended a stairway. The documentary revealed that the prison used was Kilmainham Gaol in Dublin, which was used as a place of incarceration (and execution) for Irish Revolutionaries, by order of the UK Government. And all these ‘inmates’ in the film were Irish extras, and here they were chanting “England!” in a place where the Irish were historically oppressed by the English.
I stayed over at mum’s Christmas Night, in order to make best use of the Bailey’s which I’d brought with me specially.
Woke up Boxing Day to the realisation that – despite remembering to pack many of the essentials, namely Bailey’s and marmalade (I was unsure of the Marmalade Situation in mum’s house) – I had forgotten clean pants.
By cutting down on the laundry in this way I like to think I was doing my bit for the environment, although perhaps not my immediate environment.
When I got home I watched the 2003 version of The Italian Job. I cannot honestly remember if I changed my pants first or not. I do remember noticing that the beautiful Passo Fedaia was featured in the film, which is a spot in the Dolomites that we skied earlier this year. Seems like a long time ago now.
So, what are you doing New Year’s Eve?
Literally every year, I hear people declaring that the outgoing year has been the worst ever, and they’ll be glad to see the back of it. It always mystifies me, as if the calendar year has somehow been responsible for their difficulties – that their problems started on 1 January that year, and will assuredly end on 31 December.
Without even getting to Hogmanay itself, I have already read a version of this multiple times in the media, which is no surprise in this strange year, but it might be worth remembering, before we curse 2020 and write it off as a “terrible year”, that 2020 – in and of itself – didn’t produce Covid-19. The virus is not tied to a specific timeframe, and will, I imagine, continue to cause problems for us well into 2021.
Also, January and February 2020 were good to us. I skied the Passo Fedaia (quite badly, if I recall correctly) in January. I saw some great films – JoJo Rabbit, 1917, Parasite, and Bad Boys For Life. Well, that last one is possibly not in the “all-time great” category. I got to celebrate a friend turning 50.
And then, as March wore on and the sense of something serious happening ramped up, my jury service was gloriously cancelled.
2020 was a year when my daily routine and job were redefined. It’s been a year of deepened friendships, long walks, a rediscovery of the beauty of my adopted hometown, a chance to slow down a little, and breathe more. For others it has been much, much more traumatic than this.
But even so, it strikes me as a strange thing in which to put your faith for change – the turning over of the calendar year.
I like the way that a new year starting presents us with what feels like a fresh start, a chance to begin again. But really, nothing actually changes on New Year’s Day. Which might be at least part of the reason that so many feel so depressed in January – as the New Year celebrations fade and Hogmanay’s balloon is punctured by the sinking realisation that all the previous year’s troubles haven’t disappeared with the turning of a page. And January, in Scotland anyway, has more than its fair share of dark and dreary days.
This is one of the reasons that I love going skiing towards the end of January – something fun to look forward to during those days. Skiing is cancelled this year, of course. As are dinners out with friends, the way I traditionally like to bring in the New Year.
So what are you doing New Year’s Eve? Whatever you’re doing, let’s not blame all our woes on 2020. It had some good times too. Here’s to more of those in TwentyTwentyFun! (© Party Jen)
2 thoughts on “What are you doing New Year’s Eve?”
You have a great point about 2020 not being the cause of our problems. I think a lot of us are looking for a change of seasons, and the turning of a calendar year grants us the mental motivation to dream again and make lifestyle changes. I get excited about not just the new year but every new month because it represents a fresh page with a new theme. Sure, COVID and my problems aren’t going to magically disappear, but at least I can face them with fresh energy and a new perspective.
Totally agree Jonathan – I love the turn of the year for the same reasons. Am inspired by you bringing the same energy and dreaming to every new month! I think I was just reflecting on the oft-heard negative comments about the year just gone. It’s a bit of a failing we have as Brits to “honour through dishonour” – e.g. we often fail to offer a compliment on its own without also adding in criticism of ‘the competition’ whatever that might be. Sometimes we even avoid altogether paying an outright compliment to someone but instead criticise everyone else and hope the person in question realises they were left out of the criticism ? I think this is another manifestation of that kind of behaviour, which I really dislike!
I do love taking stock of things at this time of year, and season changes are usually good – but I find they rarely happen on 1 January 🙂
Thanks for reading!