I was on my own at home. I popped my head out of the door, around midnight, to catch sight of the fireworks going off (while trying to watch the fireworks on the Thames, on TV at the same time). The only person I particularly wanted to be with (apart from people who live on the other side of the country) was working behind a bar at the time, in the local community centre. Rather than me paying the (expensive) admission fee (for the type of entertainment which I wasn't keen on), we agreed that I'd go round to her flat for a celebratory drink after she finished work.
If only I'd known that Barmaid was just down the road (assuming that she was living roughly where she does now) and feeling much the same way as me . . . . . .
Chris