Once the turkey
sandwiches have all been finished and Santa Claus and his reindeer packed in a
trunk until next year, the New Year celebrations lie ahead. Indeed a season to
be jolly as well, but not too jolly – it could land you in the local trauma
unit.
From cheers to
tears. New Year celebrations are
associated with merriment - and drinking lots of alcohol. 'Tis the season to be
jolly after all. Watch what and how much you're drinking, as it could turn into
the season to be sorry. You could start the New Year with a massive hangover,
or even worse, be hospitalised with alcohol poisoning. You may be seeing in the
New Year not with the woman of your dreams, but with Sister Mathilda, who looks
as if she could be put to good use in a demolition yard. And she's heading for
your bed with an injection.
Give me my keysh –
it'sh my car. On New Year's Eve, many of
the people who drive are less than sober. In fact, this is the night you would
swear we've changed over to driving on the right side of the road. Try and
avoid having to drive anywhere that night. Have a party at your house, or, if
possible, sleep over where you are going. The roads are dangerous, other
drivers could be dangerous and you could be a danger on the road if you've had
one too many. Don't go there.
Baby let me light
your fire. In the southern hemisphere,
many people see in the New Year with a braai. Just remember that fires are
dangerous and should be tended by someone who has had no more than two drinks.
When Tom says, "Have I shown you my fanshy trick with matchesh?",
stop him. This is not the time nor the place. In fact, why did you invite Uncle
Tom after what he did last year at the party? Don't help the fire along with an
inflammable liquid – you could come horribly short. Keep pets and children well
away from the fire, and put it out once you have finished using it.
The Big Bang. Fireworks are beautiful and can be spectacular, but are
not without their dangers. Only adults should set them off and then only in
designated areas. There is a reason why you cannot launch purple rockets from
you flat balcony or your backyard – they are a fire risk and can do some
serious damage. And, please, if something doesn't detonate, give it at least 15
minutes before you investigate. Bending over a lit firework has cost many
people an eye or landed them in the local ICU. If you do land in the ICU, let
it be for something heroic, rather than something you'll be teased about for
the next forty years.
Down she goes. Alcohol and water are a deadly combination. Post-midnight
drunken bravado has seen many a soul disappear beneath the breakers on the
beach. Swimming in the sea at night is not recommended. Pools can also be
dangerous – if you can't swim when you're stone cold sober, you sure as hell
can't swim when you've had several too many. And with everyone around you
possibly being in a real party mood, it's surprising how long it could take
before anyone realises that it's been a while since you planted slobbering
kisses on any party guests. By which time you may already be down under.
From toothpick to
beach ball. Having a good time is often
synonymous with eating lots of festive fare – chips, snacks, plates of food
piled high enough to cause a visual obstruction. There is nothing quite as
certain to stop you from being the life and soul of the party, as a good bout
of nausea and stomach cramps. And forget about that advertisement of the man
who turns green after eating a mound of slap chips, takes the magic antidote
and carries on partying. In your dreams. Eat, have fun, but stop when you're
feeling full. A friend has seen in the New Year sitting all by himself in
someone's guest toilet, with a bucket on his lap – and he says it was no fun.
Take it from him.
September baby boom. Think about your friends. Think about how many birthday
presents you have to buy in September. Do you think all these babies were
carefully planned? No, their imminent arrival was initially probably as welcome
as the January credit card statement. And what's more, an unwanted pregnancy is
not the only possible unwelcome news these days after a jolly old romp in the
hay with the one in the clown suit whose name you can't quite remember.
Enjoy!
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