While in college, a group of us bought tickets to a new year’s eve party. We got there around10.30, but the queue to get in was long - and painfully slow. Eventually we made it to the door, only to be told that we had to leave our coats in the cloakroom before we could get into the venue. Where was I when the clock struck midnight? Just at the top of the queue to drop my coat, wishing happy new year to a total stranger. After all that, the party was terrible - and it finished up around 12.30, leaving us spending the next 2 hours trying to find a taxi home.