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Did you party specifically like it was 1999, or like it was any other year? I was 6. Can't remember it at all.
watching the big clock on the forth bridge count down
that's the only bit I remember
I stayed in watching The Big Breakfast's all night thing on Channel 4 until about 6am wishing I was at the Manics gig.
The Big Breakfast's all night thing on Channel 4.
It was about as far from terrible as you can get. I loved it.
with my band. I got to do the countdown. then I went out to my car and smoked a fag and cried. raced home at 2am when the party thing finished and went to a party, drank too fast and KO-ed. Prince would not have been proud.
Woke up in a skip
I was 13. It was either the first or second NYE I stayed up to midnight. We ate sausage rolls and smoked salmon canapes, and were disappointed with the fireworks. I remember my Mum getting cross at Tony Blair grabbing the Queen's hand for the handshakey thing during Auld Lang Syne. How dare he touch Her Majesty!
tried to take over THE WORLD
It was great.
mainly very very boring but kissed about 5 women in their twenties (I was 17) at midnight which made up for it.
and played goldeneye on his amazing surround sound system and ate crisps.
Still can't really remember it at all.
Went to the south bank, revealed
but then it was a free bar. there was us 8 or so 19 year old lads, a young family and 2 polish students. no one else. I think the whole world went to central london that night.
it was brilliant.
Went to the local park. Everyone was out and about. It was pretty cool.
was very very young. Ended up having to sleep on the streets after it.
I also slept on the street, outside the train station waiting for the first train back to London. I was 16 at the time - far too young to have been allowed to go really.
We're not so different, you and me...
by the train station, near one of the many charity shops opposite the bus station. It was absolutely freezing. I was around 13 at the time.
ate party food, drank lots of soft drinks, cannot remember a single distinguishing feature.
1) i nearly kicked loads of people doing cartwheels indoors
2) my brother was asleep on top of everyone's coats
A tradition that exists to this day
with my mum, girlfriend and some of my best mates.
was a wonderful (but surprisingly sober) night.
sorry to hear that marilyn - you coulda stayed at ours had now been then.
washing up in the kitchen of a village pub until about 11pm. Then I quickly got changed in the gents toilet, hosed myself down in deodorant to get rid of that delicious chip fat scent, and proceeded to get very pissed on bottles of Fosters Ice with my Mum in attendance. She drove us back to hers and I fell out of the car when we got home. Like all New Year's Eves, bit rubbish.
put on Willenium by Will Smith just after the stroke of midnight!
How cool was i!
Next to a pool, surrounded by attratives, feeling pretty miserable.
Probably the exact moment I realised I was #DiS4Lyf.
Accidentally punched a woman in the face, splitting her lip, pulled a book shelf down covering the floor in its contents vomited all over the spare room.
I was in top form that night.
Listened to Will 2K at least 8 times
Into town on the train early afternoon. Off to some shithole pub we knew we could get served in as 16/17 year olds and got tanked up. Off to the Millennium Stadium for when it opened pretty much, made our way to near the front. Watched all the support bands, Shack (?), Feeder, SFA, there may have been more. Properly went for it watching SFA, we were all big fans. The problem was we didn't want to lose our spot so stood there in the heat of the crowd, despite wearing winter clothes, without proper rehydration. Plus didn't want to be busting for a piss. So half way through the Manics we started feeling pretty shit. I was dry retching, another mate was nearly passing out so we trekked off and had the best couple of pints of water I have ever had and watched everything up to the "interval". The actual midnight bit was lovely, just spent arm in arm with schoomates singing whatever songs they had playing. Then more Manics, then we were booted out into the carnage of Cardiff city centre. There was some kind of festival out by the University, it was miserable and raining and wrapping up for the night. Had a hotdog after queuing for ages, the people working looked so pissed off, they were just slapping a sausage down on the grill, then the person next to them was immediately slapping the cold hotdog (it was OK, they were the tinned ones) into a bun and handing it over.
We managed to get a bus back to a mate's who was having a house party. This was in its death throes, someone had trampled shit into the house or something. We walked back and ended up at another mate's where we drank beer and chatted until about 6am. Then I trotted home to find people who were staying with my parents were just waking up. Then I went to bed.
The first day of the millennium was spent phoning the same ex to break-up again and explain why it wouldn't work, and also phoning my then girlfriend to explain what had happened. Millennium dread.
I think I imagined I was paying tribute to Prince by pretending to be a playa for an evening.
I've never actually been a playa.
Called Tosh a bellend infront of his parents
Top night 9/10
but a contemporary of Tosh Lines? Wow.
for the dead.
2 years after he was dead.
But all his parents' friends. Via a modest PA system.
"There was some kind of festival out by the University, it was miserable and raining and wrapping up for the night."
we stopped there in the car on the way back to merthyr - i think it was like an early incarnation of the 'winter wonderland' thing they now have every year in cardiff...rides and such. you shoulda gone to caroline street for chips instead though...once saw a girl tip a tub of curry sauce down what looked a lot like a wedding dress there. good times.
I have no memories of going to chippy lane, maybe we did that as well though. Or maybe that was even more carnage.
knocked the sofa over whilst wrestling haylett,
went to the square for midnight. Turned out to be the wrong square.
Nearly got in a fight with some other angry confused people in the wrong square.
Passed out in front of the door to my room.
THIS IS GOING TO BE MY YEAR! MYYYYYY CENTURY!
Wearing sunglasses at night, like so:
https://www.dropbox.com/s/zp6cfey2j296csm/059_jhm.jpg (nutin' ta fuck wit)
https://www.dropbox.com/s/lz1ckk43bv8yeud/kris2nz024.jpg (no idea who she is).
All time dogs: https://www.dropbox.com/s/xsxhhtuhu8ylufr/kris2nz021.jpg
These are great. Ahh, the 90s.
Wish I could've seen the Manics, but I was 7, half the age when I discovered them. Didn't Nicky Wire smash his guitar up after the countdown or something?
You had to get there early if you wanted a good spot and if you left you couldn't get back in again. That was a long 8 hours.
i tried to become the firs tperson to kick a ball in the millenium so as soon as it turned 12 i kicked a ball
still managed to get dressed in my fancy dress, go to a house party for an hour from 11:30 to 12:30 then get back home and to be though because minellium
Lived there at the time.
Went to a mates house, started drinking and smoking weed (I'm an awful weed smoker). They were rolling joints with menthol tobacco which seemed to affect me less. Or so I thought...
My 'mates' were pouring me massive doubles instead of singles to get me wrecked. Shortly before leaving I was on the phone to a mate in Sweden and while distracted they poured a massive vodka for me then all got their coats on and shouted for me to hurry up. I did so and necked the drink before venturing outside then realising I could barely stand up. It all goes a little blank from there...
We ended up on Union St, I couldn't stand up straight but instead of going forward I would lean backward. I just couldn't walk. Had paramedics round me at one point apparently. Bumped into this girl I was seeing at the time and they offloaded me on her as I was cramping their style. Ended up at a party with her, could barely stand, remember looking at a table with bottles / drinks on and thinking I'd better not fall into that. I fell into it. Got chucked out of there I think and ended up back at hers at some point.
Woke up the next day feeling fine, which was the norm as I was young back then. My back was hurting quite a lot though.
I actually brought up the incident in my best mans speech at my mates wedding years later. We were such dickheads to each other back then.