Each year I approach New Year’s with a bit of trepidation. Resolutions have never been my strong suit and the pressure of making good on them day 1, ie Jan 1, is daunting. Thankfully our friends Brett and Miles have remedied that problem by hosting an annual New Year’s Day party, Southern style. This means you can stuff your face with honey glazed ham, black eyed peas (for good luck), grits and collard greens (for good sex, the spicier the better!) and put off any looming resolutions until later in the month. So with our bellies full and our hang-overs cured (did I mention Bloody Mary’s were involved) we flew the red eye home to London from New York.