Countdown conundrum

Despite usually being a night owl, Will Gore would rather spend New Year's Eve in bed giving Hogmanay the bird

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Once upon a time, I would stay up late for more or less anything. A party, of course, and nightclubbing - can you imagine?! If people were going back to someone's room at uni, just for more chat, I'd be there. A late dinner after post-work drinks? Count me in. The evening's final screening at the cinema? Why not. Whereas most of my friends had the sense to "give this one a miss" from time to time, my Fomo (fear of missing out) would inevitably kick in, and I’d be determined to kick on into the small hours. One more drink? Go on then...

Nowadays you might struggle to tempt me out to a sweaty nightclub, but if you were offering up a nightcap at a dusky private members’ club, I’d almost certainly be unable to resist. And while I could probably live without a raucous house party, if some pals come round for what the old Chipping Norton set might call a “kitchen supper”, I’ll be the one urging them not to leave just yet when midnight approaches.