The festivities are rightly cancelled this year. But the gloating of NYE-haters does grate
The tone of life under lockdown was set for me early on when I heard an internet-famous songwriter sing: “Find the silver linings, as hard as it seems/An extrovert’s nightmare’s an introvert’s dream”. From that point onwards, I have been locked in a one-man culture war against homebodies, irrationally furious that someone, somewhere, might be enjoying having more time to spend curled up under the duvet with a peppermint tea and a page-turner, or whatever it is that introverts like to do.
This has come to a head in December, where everywhere I look I see people announcing their glib indifference to the fact that one of the best nights of the year, New Year’s Eve, has been cancelled. Apparently it’s rubbish anyway. The kind of people who value “PJs”, “going to bed early” and “snacks – literally all the snacks” have made no effort to disguise their glee. But these people are wrong: New Year’s Eve isn’t overrated at all; if anything, it’s unfairly maligned.
