Millennium Eve

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Somebody on another thread mentioned millennium Eve and it got me wondering what everybody was doing on Millennium Eve? And also what fun outfits were you wearing you would cringe at now?

I was only 13, my family doesn't celebrate new years eve as we had a very sad loss and it brings back memories so we were home doing not much really I was messing around on the internet I really wanted to turn the computer off but Kyle from the year above was talking at me on MSN!

The wedding look of the Millennium 😍 see also Steps Tragedy 😆

I was 16 so too young to get into bars on New Year's Eve (other times seemed to be fine) we dense a lot of alcopops at my house and then a group of us roamed the streets until we got to a meeting point where there were thousands of people. I snogged lots of boys and we are need up having our photo in the local newspaper!

We had a steet party and I was more than a little pissed at an improptu disco in a neighbour's garage.

I was 14 and babysitting for the family across the road! Probably got about a tenner for 6 hours

I was 17, engaged to a guy aged 18 who was violent constantly as a result of him struggling with his sexuality due to family pressure.

We were supposed to go to a party. Instead he started mouthing off at me in a packed bar. None of our so called mates said anything to him or stuck up for me.

So I flounced. Except in my speed of flouncing, I realised that my keys were in the leather jacket I was wearing. Which was now in the bar as he had shouted to me to give him back his jacket (vintage leather, can't say I blamed him for not wanting me to pinch it). Not in my bag like I thought.

So, I sat watching the river from a bench, with a bottle of vodka and a pack of cigarettes, some rizla and weed and knew it was 2000 because the fireworks from the posh side of the river

I must have fallen asleep at some point but when I woke up, I walked back through town, saw loads of people leaving parties, everyone happy and excited by this whole new era. Got back to my flat, door was unlocked, him and his mates all over the place.

I remember feeling like the world would change. Which of course, it did but not necessarily for the better.

I think there was so much hope, so much excitement for a new world of everyone doing better and looking forward to new tech and opportunities. But we squandered it.

Me and the guy split up when I met my now DH 6 months after that night. In those six months it got worse before it got better and I was lucky to find DH when I did.

At a house party on antibiotics for a dental infection and coudln't drink

I was at a house party. I remember sideways fireworks and my friend was already green when she opened the door to us at 9pm. Her boyfriend fell asleep in his tux and bowtie and nothing else outside for an hour and none of us missed him 😯. There was music and lots of people and some dogs too. And a pool. And singing.

Ita all so blurry now but I do know there was bacon sandwiches the next day. It's one of the only clear memories...

I was six and I remember there was fireworks in one of our fields behind the house at midnight, set off by my pyromaniac uncle who’d spent a fortune so it was quite the display!
My mum had made an incredible spread of an array of beautiful canapés, I ate so many!
I don’t know how many stayed overnight but there seemed to be people in every single nook and cranny the next morning, all spare rooms filled of course but also snoozing adults under tables, on sofas, across the landings.
I also remember how absolutely beautiful everyone looked, all the lovely dresses, sparkly and glamorous.

I was 25. DH and I were meant to go to family but we cancelled as I got flu a few days before Christmas and still didn’t feel up to travelling. We spent the evening watching rubbish telly and then about 10.30 some neighbours knocked on and asked if we were coming out. They had organised a street party (we had known about it but forgotten as we were meant to be away) which was really lovely, it helped us get to know the neighbours as we’d only lived there 8 months. They had games for the children and music playing (I remember one of the teenagers from down the street teaching our elderly neighbours the actions to Tragedy by Steps!) Not sure what I wore, but it wouldn’t have been anything glamorous and I definitely had a coat on over the top! It was nothing like what we’d planned to do but such a lovely time, great memories

Gosh, such a lot of young 'uns on here. I feel positively ancient

I was 8 weeks pregnant with DD, and saw the new year in with a pot of tea.

We decided to scale the wall of an English Heritage site to watch the fireworks over the 30 mile view from the 500ft summit.

We arrived about 10pm in the very rural location with a ladder, one large firework, a bottle of Krug and 10 month old DD in a sling only to find quite a few others had the same idea. (Our ladder was very popular!)
About 30 people at the top watching the night sky light up from the 3 closest cities.

Someone had a portable radio for the countdown.

We took the firework home as probably would have been too dangerous.

Looking back what were we thinking.

Was 19.

Went to one of the London Bridges (Blackfriars I think). Was absolutely rammed and even my drunk 19yo self wondered how an ambulance / emergency vehicle would have got across if they'd needed to (thankfully they didn't need to)

Got separated from all my friends - pre us all having mobiles - but was with my BF at the time and we had the champers 🤪

Watched the fireworks, walked home swigging champagne.

I've always found NYE underwhelming and this was no different.

I was 21, went to a nightclub! I think I was wearing a red knee length boobtube dress and sandals. There was definitely glitter involved.

I was 13. We went to Scotland, to a big house party at parents friends' house. There was bagpipes, piano jumping, 'are you there, Moriarty?', and many many people.
After midnight I called everyone I knew. I didn't have any credit on my phone but for some reason phone calls and texts were free for several hours that night.

Oh and no idea what I was wearing. Something unsuitable for December in London I imagine!

I was 20. Wore a silver crushed velvet dress with a load of hair glitter. House party, but actually a huge tent outside so it was freezing.

Not just me then. I was in my early 20s and had plans for a big night out but my friend and I both got the flu so we ended up huddled up together under a blanket on her sofa watching videos and both drifting in and out of sleep. We forced ourselves to stay vaguely awake to watch the New Year show on TV. At the time it seemed important to at least be aware of when we entered the new millenium. We promised each other than we would have a massive NY night out the next year to make up for it but on NY 2000/21 we both had heavy colds and by NY 2001/02 were were both married with children/pregnant. So unbeknown to us NY 1998/99 was our last big NY out.

Spent it down at the Thames. I wasn’t feeling very well after spending £5 on a dodgy burger from a burger van. After the fireworks I remember walking for what felt like miles, just hearded in a big group of people walking to get to the nearest open tube station. I then proceeded to throw up on the tube, a lovely lady with kids shifted her kids up and got me to sit down and whipped a carry bag out of her hand bag for me to be sick in. Most people assumed I was pissed but I wasn’t.

No idea about clothes, but I definitely had a thick winter coat on.

I have far better memories of 1999 NY eve, my outfit rocked and I remember walking back into the pup NY day for hair of the dog and food to see myself and my friends dancing in tables streaming on all the tvs in the pub, it was great 😆

Working sadly - night shift on ITU at Bart's hospital. Surrounded by huge oxygen cylinders/hand ventilation in case the millennium bug struck!

Saw the glow of the Thames fireworks and heard everyone walking back after the parties, but was a quiet night at work in the end.

I celebrated with (now ex) husband among the crowds in Sydney. We were standing on a highway overlooking the Opera House. It was part of a whistle stop around the world trip and it was all amazing.

Also got given a mug from the NHS to commemorate working that night! Woo hoo 🤣

I was 18 and at a house party. It was brilliant. I was wearing a sparkly black dress with a cowl neck.

I was 17, at a pub with friends. I think I remember the owner letting us out through the back door and it being daylight but surely a pub couldn’t have stayed open that long? I have no idea what I was wearing!

I was 20 and living with a controlling twat of an ex. He didn't like New Year so we didn't do anything. Really regret it tbh

I was 31, and worked a late shift until 10pm. Got home in time to go to neighbour's house party, watched the fireworks at midnight. Before dawn DH and I drove down to the beach and watched the sun come up with hundreds of other people. We sat on a rug and drank coffee and just took it all in. Wonderful.