Who or what is Justin Bieber?
It almost fooled us at the end too; we spent so long lounging around in a hotel drinking champagne and beer and getting prickly with the receptionist over that missing taxi, that we almost missed midnight.
As an aside why do we ever think it's a good idea for a receptionist at a hotel to call us a cab rather than making the effort to call it ourselves?
And as soon as I arrived at the bar/club I suddenly felt horribly sober and horribly old. There wasn't much of a countdown to midnight, but I have had worse New Years.
Like the one I spent working the late cops shift standing at the edge of a chilly highway looking at a dead body under a blanket. A couple of fireworks going off was the only signal that another year had started. "Happy New Year," I muttered to the police press officer as she gave me some clipped details of the time and manner of death.
Talking of death, a lot of interesting and worthwhile people passed away in 2010. Foremost in my mind are Dennis Hopper, Elizabeth Edwards, Tony Curtis and Leslie Nielsen, but there were many others.
And on a more positive note 2010 came and went without me getting to know any more about who or what is Justin Bieber, beyond some kind of celebrity who looks like he should be ferried around on a yellow bus.
I wouldn't know a Bieber song if it slapped me round the chops. I think I want it to remain that way in 2011.