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`Yes!’ shouted Alice.

`Come on, then!’ roared the Queen, and Alice joined the procession, wondering very much what would happen next.

`Get to your places!’ shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, and people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each other; however, they got settled down in a minute or two, and the gig began. Alice thought she had never seen such a fabulous pub venue in her life; it was all totally happening ; the bands were superb, the DJs kickin’, and the punters had to get down and boogie til it hurt.

`How are you getting on?’ said the Cheshire Cat, as soon as there was mouth enough for it to speak with.

Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. `It’s no use speaking to it,’ she thought, `till its ears have come, or at least one of them.’ In another minute the whole head appeared, and then Alice put down her pint, and began a delirious shimmy and shake with Nigel The Dancing Pensioner , feeling very glad she had come to The Dublin on New years’ Eve.

`Who ARE you talking to?’ said the King Of Camden , adding ‘is this not officially the best night out in Camden?’

Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but booze.

`I don’t see any New Years’ Eve bullshit,’ she remarked.

`There isn’t any,’ said the March Hare. ‘But we do have lysergic slowburning mantras, psych wig-outs, low slung bluesing heaviosity, acid punkin’ grunge, swinging 60s beat group moves and hookah smokin’ DJ action..’

The Bugbear and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Bugger took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

`Happy Christmas and a lovely New year to YOU!’ said the Buggerpillar.

`Well, the same to you then,’ said Alice; `but when you have to turn into a chrysalis–you will some day, you know–and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, won’t you?’

`Not a bit,’ said the Bugbear adjusting his John Inman circa 1973 pink nylon bell bottomed trouser suit..