Man watching Hootenanny alone starts wanking to see if it's possible to sink lower

A MAN who is home alone watching Jools Holland’s Hootenanny on New Year’s Eve has begun masturbating as a challenge to himself to sink even lower. 

Nathan Muir of Nuneaton has no invites from family, no friends answering the phone and was banned from his local pub after what he did on Christmas Day, but after a quick fumble in his trousers believes he is yet to reach rock bottom.

He said: “Who’s on it? Lulu? Well, if she’s good enough for David Bowie.

“It’s been a shit of a year. Lost my job, lost about six subsequent jobs, lost contact with the kids – not through court or anything, I just haven’t bothered to call – and lost my Income Support on the £20 roulette machine. Plus these haemorrhoids haven’t cleared up.

“My best mate’s not been round since the incident where I stole and crashed his van. The library won’t let me in so I’ve not looked at porn since June. I might as well steer into this.

“Of course, Lulu won’t be on at midnight. I’ll be ejaculating all over my fat gut to the sound of the pipes and drums of the 1st Battalion Scots Guards playing Auld Lang Syne, so there’s irony at my personal nadir.

“And after that? 2026 will be all uphill for me. It has to be.”

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Midnight f**king ages away when you're staying up for it with kids

STAYING awake to witness one year transition to the next is a gruelling marathon that will never end when done with children under ten, parents agree.

While midnight approaches in no time when happily getting smashed with friends, the distance between their usual bedtime and the midnight hour seems infinite when entertaining exhausted yet frenzied children.

Parent Nikki Hollis said: “Midnight is a meaningless construct when you’re an adult. It barely even registers. It’s just the signal to stop binge-watching.

“But with sleep-deprived children, excited for something they don’t understand, high on pop, running in circles and screeching? Each minute is an eternity, and the finishing line a distant horizon you may never reach.

“The normal passage of time doesn’t apply. As you inch closer, midnight seems to taunt you by running further away. It’s like you’re stuck in a nightmare where you’re trying to run but a six-year-old is jeering while you try to build Lego.

“It’d be so much easier if I could pass the time with a quick bump. Instead I have to chuck on Shrek Forever After, which makes the evening feel even longer.”

Hollis’s eight-year-old son Jack said: “The best part is I’ll barely remember any of this special night.”