Sorry, Lizzie. It was me!
It wasn't deliberate, but does bring to mind New Year '84, when I was sludge-gulped at midnight by the village femme fatale, and I contracted a rampant dose of glandular fever, which I have never fully recovered from.
Dangerous thing, snogging, even if it is virtual, it seems! Sorry you had such a crap time of it, and hope yer back on yer pins for New Years Eve.
I'm playing an all night session down on Mendip, and will probably end up getting me kit off with the druids, downwind of the beacon on Maesbury Hill. Can't wait!!!!