[a blog by tim footman]
Y2K. My girlfriend at the time ran three restaurant/bars that were tanking and after writing a business presentation to stop her partners squabbling over the RCA venue I got a DJ over from London to play for 10 nights to inject some decent music into the place. As the DJ couldn't leave the bar to set off fireworks as the clock ticked over 12 it was just her and myself upstairs as the rest of the revellers cheered downstairs outside.
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