Liv Hambrett

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Travel + Life Abroad, Travel: Germany

Same Procedure as Every Year

Come New Year’s Eve, many Germans sit down and watch Dinner for One, a black and white British skit written in the 20s and perhaps most famously recorded in the 1960s, that involves an elderly woman (with failing eyesight) throwing a 90th birthday party for herself. (Coincidentally, this appears to be the only thing on TV the Germans don’t dub.) Miss Sophie, our protagonist, invites all of her friends as she has done for many years and throws a sumptuous dinner with plenty of alcohol, served by her butler, James. The punchline of the entire skit lies in the fact none of her friends are actually alive. She has outlived them all. James the butler is forced to play each of the parts of her friends and participate in each of the toasts made. He becomes roaringly drunk and so the hilarity ensues.

The key and oft-exchanged line of the entire skit is, ‘same procedure as last year, Miss Sophie?’ to which Miss Sophie responds, ‘same procedure as every year, James!’

The whole thing technically has absolutely nothing to do with New Year’s Eve, save perhaps for that line: same procedure as every year, which is an excellent summary of New Year’s Eve as a celebration. Each of my New Year’s Eve celebrations spent in my home town of Sydney have followed a well-trodden path. You begin a few weeks out by agonising over where to celebrate (if you’re a Sydneysider, this means trying desperately to find something close to the bridge, even if close is 20km away with a balcony high enough to catch the top of the fireworks, someone with an enormous television, or just someone willing to give up their place and carpet) then decide on a suitable NYE outfit, stock up on alcohol, hit the champagne relatively early in the day (it’s NYE!) and, as the light fades, gather around with friends to discuss how enormous the year has been.

And they’re always big years. We always find ourselves at the end of them, saying, ‘God, wasn’t *** a huge year?’ and unable to resist the urge to list off all that took place. Unable to resist the urge to reflect on how much we did or didn’t see, achieve, lose, hurt, do. It’s a sort of therapy, this reflecting, a way to process it all in time to take on a new twelve month block of constant change and occurrence. A note of competitiveness often creeps in, if one is reflecting in any sort of company, surrounding the question of who had a bigger, harder year. It’s unavoidable. We drink until midnight, when glasses are hurriedly refreshed for the slurred countdown, watch the fireworks – which are always spectacular, off the bridge – shed a tear, and wish all and sundry a Happy New Year. If you’re smart, you call it a night there, on a high note. If not, you keep drinking and someone/several people at once invariably has an enormous emotional meltdown/argument at around 2am, the origins and ultimate execution of which are forgotten the next day when you wake up feeling like utter shit.

Same procedure as every year.


The couple of Silvesters I have spent in Germany have involved looking on, aghast, as Germans of all ages lose their shit and set off rockets with absolutely no regard to general safety precautions (Silvester and queuing is where the innate German need for order and system, goes out the window). I will always remember my father’s face, in Berlin, as we stood among whistling firecrackers, my sister slipping and sliding in the hard, grey ice-snow to try and get a better view of the absolute madness. She ended up sliding elegantly down a mound of dirty snow, into a crumpled heap on the footpath. My parents ended up running to their hotel room, fearing for their lives, or at least their faces, as toddlers set off rockets willy nilly.

This year it will be a quiet one. I don’t quite know what Weidenites do to ring in the New Year (I assume they watch Dinner for One and then take to the streets to set off firecrackers like mad things) but I am quite content to stay inside with a glass of something, some delicious food and some sort of terrible movie.

And to say to the walls, repeatedly, ‘My God, it has been a big year.’


  1. Lutz Mowinski

    30 December, 2013 at 1:57 pm

    Oddly enough I was just thinking about Dinner for One and that it is among the things of WIKAG 😀
    Also, we do get a bit overzealous with the fireworks sometimes, the best indicator of that being the enormous heaps of blown firecrackers on the 1st of January ^^

    1. Liv

      4 January, 2014 at 11:08 am

      Which are, generally, removed rather quickly, as order is restored to Germany once more!

  2. sariscorner

    30 December, 2013 at 8:32 pm

    Haha! Such a great description! My friends once started with the “Dinner for one” drinking game. The point is that every time when James is drinking you have to drink as well… This means you drink 16 times within 15 minutes! They got totally wasted but we had a lot of fun 🙂

    1. Liv

      4 January, 2014 at 11:07 am

      Good God, that would result in utter wahnsinn!

  3. Carmel (@carmelblanch)

    4 January, 2014 at 10:25 am

    I had family visiting me in Germany over New Year, and we were also astounded at the reckless way people were tossing around high explosive fireworks..even at each other. The complete disregard for safety, ignoring the many young children around, the noise and intensity which started at 8pm and went on for five all felt like being in a war zone, even in a usually very civilised, small town. We were terrified to even poke our heads out the window. Crazy. The symphony of ambulance sirens which commenced at 1am would indicate there were more than a few victims of this surprisingly ‘un-German’ anti-social behaviour… I’m still scratching my head as to what it all meant…and why?

    1. Liv

      4 January, 2014 at 10:58 am

      It is complete madness. It goes against every single thing you think/assume about the Germans. Every other day of the year, they prefer system, order, rules. But Silvester, that all goes out the window.

  4. Isa

    5 January, 2014 at 4:37 pm

    No Brit’s ever heard of ‘Dinner for One’ unless they’ve lived in Germany, and those peeps all know why no one else has ever seen it! Happy Belated New Year. Weirdly enough, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard so many ambulance sirens after midnight on New Year’s day as in Germany – presume firecracker casualties…

  5. Isa

    5 January, 2014 at 4:39 pm

    Ah, someone else has already highlighted the sirens.

  6. Ray

    11 January, 2014 at 1:11 am

    Hey Liv. I’m an Aussie living in Hamburg at the moment. My missus is German and she couldn’t believe we had never seen Dinner For One back in Australia! I kept having to explain to her that the only country in the world that screens Dinner For One is Germany haha. I know what you mean about the winter here tho, it makes me miss Australia so much more. Especially now that Australia Day is coming up. Gonna have to stream Triple J Hottest 100 and make my own party! Look forward to reading more of your blogs in the future.

    Take it easy mate


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