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Last post (for the noughties)

Last post (for the noughties)

So here it is, the end of the first decade of the 21st century (or, if you are a pedant, the end of the penultimate year of the first decade), and as I write this, the first fireworks are being let off in preparation for the big show at midnight.

That, though, is as nothing compared with the awful racket we had to endure a few hours ago. It’s a tradition hereabouts for brass bands to wander about town playing out the old year in a medly of favourite tunes. Playing brass instruments in sometimes freezing conditions is a challenge in itself, but what makes it even more “interesting” (if that’s the right word) is that, according to tradition, most of their stops are at the local pubs where, also according to tradition, they are rewarded for their musical entertainment (or whatever you want to call it) with a little drinkie.

I’ll leave it up to you to imagine the noise made by a brass band playing in the cold after eight or ten stops for refreshment.