PERSONALLY, I’ve never seen what the fuss is about with all these New Year’s Eve festivities.

Or birthdays come to that – do we really want to celebrate seeing another year zip by in the blink of an eye and being 52 weeks close to the grave?

Perhaps once in the dim and distant past New Year’s Eve made for a half-decent evening out, but not anymore.

Now it just smacks of social bullying. The world insists on telling us if we don’t have anything to do on this, the most important night of the year, we are missing out on some amazing fun-filled occasion.

Well, it has been an awfully long time since I bought into that argument.

Anyone braving the cold weather tonight is in for a night of inflated admission charges to what passes for pubs these days, hiked up taxi fares and hordes of binge drinkers clogging up the streets.

Most will be harmless enough but there will no doubt be the odd yob in the mix to give the police a run-around.

Sounds brilliant doesn’t it?

The word ‘overrated’ doesn’t begin to cover it.

Well, call me sad and miserable, but my big New Year’s Eve plan is to enjoy a quiet tipple and seek out a good film to watch on the box instead to usher in 2011.