I got back from Newcastle at 6pm on new years eve completely exhausted and called Mr. T about plans for the new years celebration. He opted for the train to Circular Quay, while we were buying tickets at the train station we witnessed out first arrests for the night. There were two drunk Irishmen, one shirtless and deranged looking, both being handcuffed and searched. The less deranged one was heavily resisting the search and it's no wonder cause the cop pulled a baggy of heroin out of his pocket a minute later. Once we got to Circular Quay we discovered the that place had been fenced off completely, it was full and that was that. So we walked up the hill toward Harts pub, and then ventured north on a street leading toward the Harbor Bridge. Here we caught out first glimpse of the moon rising behind the Opera House and then a couple warning shot fireworks.
