I spent ?Millennium Eve? at my Sailing Club, with 50 other dinghy sailing cronies, pigging out on imported Fruits de Mer and being entertained by four teenagers from the East Herts Youth Jazz Orchestra who played so well that I wished I had been as good a musician at their age. Perhaps I was, and the talent has subsequently dissipated. Watch out for a lad called Eddie Gray - one day he'll give Jools Holland a run for his money!

The point of this is that the Club is on the Greenwich Meridian, so we lit one of a chain of beacons that marked the line. Ours consisted of several superannuated boats - a sort of southern Up Helly Aa (Down Helly Aa?).

Yes, we had fireworks; ours, plus the glow of London's from the south, plus about fifty other local and distant displays, all reflected in the lake. Fireworks work best over water.

Is Sydney Harbour Bridge still standing - they seemed to use an entire Somme of pyrotechnics!

Anyway, the atmosphere was magic - as it seemed to be almost everywhere, so to hell with pedantic "it is" "oh no it's not" millennial considerations. Let's do it again next year and cover our options - come to that, why not every year?

Ageing Hippy he say "Love and Peace to All, Mudcats, Musos, in fact, everyone"

Perhaps not naked Morris dancers, though.