New Year's Eve in St. Ives, Cornwall is one of those events, rather like wars and
natural disasters, that are absolutely fascinating to talk about after the event
but not much fun to actually experience. What used to be a good laugh has now
become a sort of legal riot.
Come to think of it, it is a legal riot. Leastways, no one in authority seems
much interested in what's going on. Some might suspect that having 20,000 people
(mostly pissed as farts before 9pm) descend upon a town about half that size
could cause some serious problems for the residents. Luckily, the powers-that-be
get around any potential problems by de-criminalising everything. Thus, very few
people get arrested or fined during the New Year's Eve anarchy.
I'm not sure that's necessarily a good thing but, hey, it makes life easier
for them and that's what it's all about isn't it?
New Year's Eve traditionally starts with the whole world and his dog trying
to drive into St. Ives at the last minute. This results in total gridlock and
lots of frayed tempers. The latecomers complain vociferously as this is, of
course, somebody else's fault.
Having taken the good time and trouble to choke up the town with
carbon-monoxide our gracious visitors are determined that they will exercise
their 'right' to park anywhere they damn well please. This is, of course,
somebody else's problem.