Good Omens - Happy New YearIt was five minutes to midnight.Good Omens - Happy New Year6 months ago in Humor More Like This
All across London, glasses were being charged. In homes, television were set to Jools Holland and his annual Hootenanny; in the pubs, landlords were watching the clock, ready for the countdown; and on both banks of the Thames, hoards of people jostled with one another for a good position for the firework display.
In the back room of his small bookshop in Soho, Aziraphale - angel, guardian of the Eastern Gate, and part-time rare-book dealer - glanced at the clock. Not that the new year was an exciting thing to him, who had seen over six thousand of them in his time on earth - and of course, what with all the calendars that had been and gone, it was a wonder he wasn't celebrating the new year every other day of the week - but when in Rome, one did as the Romans. Or Londoners, in this case. He put down his crossword and switched on the small portable wireless that he'd had since the late 1930s. Quite often these days he would tune into the digital signal,