It Was the Best of Times ... It Was the Worst of Times ...

Photographs from New Years Eve at Callooh Callay in Shoreditch, London. Better late than never, right?

Note to self: champagne is bad for me, even if this disagrees. By the end of the night the Lewis Carol poem The Jaberwocky, which is the namesake for Callooh Calley, very much represented my state of mind. At least they didn't play Auld Lang Syne!

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