I'm slothing in my jim-jams with a cup of coffee close to hand to bolster the happy new year's day-after effects. The Hip Hop party on the de Beauvoir Estate on one side of our street finished up about 5am I think. The party in the Gastro Pub on the de Beauvoir Town side of the street finished up about 2am. The in-house DJ played the occasional Hip Hop track so we could wave our hands in the air and bump and grind a bit, but he was mostly a 1980s-1990s pop man (I am comforted that still the youth of today can dance to 'Groove is in the Heart'). I doubt the two sides of our street will ever have a collective street party, and the every-other-day-of-the-year spatial inequality isn't really made any more equal by gut-vibrating sound systems, but at least on the upside our collective 'blase indifference' to each other meant everyone seemed to be having a good time. That has to count for successful urban navigation in some way.
Happy New Year!
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