It's not a party if it happens every night

It is 2006 guys!

There is a whole new year lying out there, all pristine and expectant.

What are you going to do in it?

At some point this year I want Fancy Dress 1920s Swing Dance Extravaganza. I want cocktails and masks and feathers, and skinny girls with bobs and armpit hair. I want a murder halfway through the night and a rotund Belgian detective to solve it. I want RAF airmen wearing those leather helmet things and goggles and flying jackets. I want artistic bohemian fops from the continent. I want eccentric aunts and aspidistras and a dress made entirely from beads and a huge house in the country and a swimming pool and champagne and decadence and strappy shoes which I will hurl from a balcony, and I want so much noisy live jive swing jazz music that it can be heard three counties over.

What do you want?