New year's eve is upon us & we very naughtily gatecrash Dawn & Phil's bash at their hotel. We follow the white russians we started off with on the beach with a few singha chasers & let off some fireworks for good measure. The Brits at the party get a bit anxious when there is no countdown & 'Auld Lang's Syne' isn't sung but we soon rectify this, although no-one can remember the words.
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