We always used to go around the neighbours to first foot them so long as a light was on!
For years, our ceilidh dance teacher, set up a ghetto blaster in the square in their cul de sac and call dances for an hour after midnight.
One year, snow underfoot, we had 8 eightsome reels so 64 joining in. Brilliant.
Then one year a neighbour complained! It put her off and nobody else is bothered to organise anything.
Edinburgh's Hogmanay - around the Tron Church bells - was spoiled when it became a ticketed event.
I suppose it was elf n safety and probably wise as my teenagers would come home with terrifying stories.
I'll be in hospital after my hip replacement this time. I'll let you know what that's like.😳