Three years ago, I braved the mad stampede at Leicester Square on the first day of the lunar new year. I did live to take this picture, but just barely.
Three years on, I’m a little smarter and a lot more agoraphobic.
A tame feast with the far-from-home-Asians-trapped-in-London Club will do this year. The wildest thing on the list would probably be the bottle of 15.6% plum wine we bought.
Happy New Year!