Its more than ten years now since I stood on the hill by Alexandra Palace watching the apocalypse over London. We had sat at home waiting for the news of failures to come in from around the world, then figured that it would be more fun to watch as London blacked out, one piece at a time.
Its windy and the crowd, while busy, is gentle and mostly happy. Not like other years where it has been downright oppressive. We secure a spot with a good view across the city toward the Thames.
The tension rises as the time comes. Theres a cheer and we see the fireworks along the Thames, marking the speed of the earths turning into the new millenium.
Lights stay on, theres no chaos, no crash, no doom. Nothing. Just another night out. And next year we can usher in the real millenium.