‘We’re All Wearing Diapers’: Shocking New Year’s Eve Truth

There are only a handful of cities with celebrations so spectacular on New Year’s Eve that they’ve built an international reputation on it.

At the top of the list, arguably, is Sydney – for it’s magnificent and world-class fireworks display on the city’s sparkling harbour.

Perhaps the most iconic, however, is the ball drop in New York’s Times Square – otherwise known as “the Crossroads of the World”.

It’s where some two million people pack the streets in the core of the Big Apple up to 16 hours before the clock strikes midnight. They come for the spectacle: a free concert featuring some of the world’s biggest stars; an illuminated ball that drops from above a high-rise building, marking the end of one year and the start of the next; and an explosion of confetti, with handwritten wishes written on each piece from members of the public, fluttering through the skies above the bustling streets. To be a part of it and feel the electricity in person is on the bucket list of many people all over the world. The celebration is so popular that revellers arrive in the morning to secure prime position before it fills up and police block access.

But there’s a catch that most tourists who flock to the city for New Year’s Eve are largely unaware of: There are no bathroom facilities. Zilch. No Portaloos, no public rest rooms, and no access to restaurant or bar facilities for non-customers. And in a place so packed that it can take hours just to shuffle from one block to the next – and that’s outside of police pen “lock-in” periods – it’s a discovery many revellers don’t make until it’s too late.

Those privy to the set-up, however, have a secret: adult nappies.

New Year's Eve fireworks display over Times Square, New York, USA.
New Year’s Eve fireworks display over Times Square, New York, USA.

It’s said that the streets of New York City will “make you feel brand new” – a line immortalised in Alicia Keys’ hit song Empire State of Mind.

Just don’t expect to get that on New Year’s Eve when the streets are lined with thousands of adults wetting their “diapers” and thousands more urinating directly onto the street.

“So far, it’s dry, and I’m hoping to keep it that way,” nappy-wearing Dallas teacher Heather Feist, 33, who began lining up at 9.30 am, told the NY Post at last year’s event.

Others were not so lucky.

“I’ll definitely need to shower after peeing my pants all day,” Ayame Yamakawa, 22, told the newspaper after travelling 22 hours from Okinawa, Japan, just for New Year’s Eve this time last year.

She had already wet herself once by 2.41 pm after lining up at 10 am, according to The Post.


Crowds celebrate new year on Times Square, NYC. Picture: iStock
Crowds celebrate the new year on Times Square, NYC. Picture: iStock


The celebration lights up New York. Picture: iStock
The celebration lights up New York. Picture: iStock

At a previous NYE street celebration in Times Square, Jeryl Lippe, from New Jersey, got a bad case of karma after she smuggled vodka into the alcohol-free zone inside a water bottle. She didn’t eat anything other than a breakfast bagel and didn’t have her illicit drink until the end of the day, she told local The Post. But, “by the time it was turning midnight, I had drunk a lot and was desperate to go to the bathroom,” she continued. “I tried to find someplace to go – hotels, restaurants,” she said, but she was denied.

Chuck Pappas travelled from interstate for NYE at the “Crossroads of the World” in 2014, at the time telling Business Insider: “We have Red Bull, energy shots, lots of snacks, water, playing cards, we’re all wearing several layers and … we’re all wearing diapers.”

Brian Alvarado, from Westchester, New York, last year recalled how one of his friends gave up and urinated in the street, adding, “I’ve heard stories of people who wear (adult) diapers.”


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Tales of Rock: Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters, 75, goes unnoticed as he takes the subway in New York.

He’s one of the greatest legends in music having amassed a net worth of $310 million.

And Pink Floyd legend Roger Waters has proven he is still down-to-earth despite his enormous fortune, as he took the subway in Downtown Manhattan on Wednesday.

The former bassist, 75, cut a solo figure as he went relatively unnoticed by commuters on the IRT Lexington Avenue Line.

Relaxed: Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters, 75, has proven he is still down-to-earth despite his $310 million net worth, as he was spotted riding the subway in Downtown Manhattan on Wednesday

Roger opted for a casual all-black ensemble as he sat alone in the subway car, with commuters barely taking any notice as he joined them on their journey.

Taking off his reading glasses, Roger cut a relaxed figure as he joined the residents of New York on the ride, and appeared to be sporting a small plaster on his nose.

The star has amassed a staggering net worth of $310 million (£247 million) thanks to a hugely successful solo career, and his self-owned companies Roger Waters Music UK and Roger Waters Music Overseas.

Casual: The British music legend went relatively unnoticed by commuters, as he donned a simple all-black ensemble for the outing

Out and about: This is not the first time Roger has been spotting riding the subway, as it appears the star prefers to shun luxury travel

Roger parted ways with Pink Floyd in 1985 and the original lineup of Roger, Richard Wright, David Gilmour and drummer Nick Mason reunited for the first time in 24 years for the Live 8 concert in London in 2005, just three years before Richard’s death.

Appearing in front of a packed house at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre last year, Roger hinted that his Australia tour may be his last.

‘I was looking at the schedule and thinking this may be the last time I ever come through Australia,’ he told the crowd, according to news.com.au.

He continued: ‘I won’t get the chance, probably to talk to people in Brisbane again for the rest of my life. One has to remember there is a finality to all of this.’

Iconic: Roger (seen here far left) was member of Pink Floyd with Nick Mason, Syd Barrett and Richard Wright until he parted ways with the band in 1985 (above in 1967)

Healing: The Another Brick In The Wall hitmaker sported a small plaster on his nose as he relaxed on the train ride

Solo artist: As well as Pink Floyd, Roger has amassed his fortune through his solo career, and his self-owned companies Roger Waters Music UK and Roger Waters Music Overseas

Last year, Roger reflected on the acrimonious relationship between himself and keyboard player Richard Wright.

Appearing on The Project, Roger was quickly drawn by host and fan Waleed Aly to discuss the bad blood that developed between the pair – 10 years after Richard died from cancer.

With Pink Floyd’s in-fighting well known in the annals of rock and roll, Roger and guitarist David Gilmour famously fired Richard during the recording of their seminal album The Wall in 1979.

Travel man: After exiting the subway tunnel at Spring Street station, Roger appeared to be focused on his phone.



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Aria – Confusion and Delusion

This story occurred when I lived for a few years in NYC.

I had been talking to this girl through Facebook for a little bit. She was younger but cool and kinda cute, and one day invited me to get lunch with her. I agreed, and a few days later, I went out of my way to meet her at a subway station in Queens. I go down to the platform and see her standing next to her best friend.

So I greet them with a simple “what’s up” and the friend greets me back. But Aria is silent and looks away from me. Shyness? Possibly. That’s all I could think of. So the three of us get on the next train and head over to Midtown, Manhattan; the trip took roughly thirty minutes. Not a SINGLE WORD came out of her mouth the whole trip. The best friend and I had a great conversation, and she even tried to incorporate Aria, but to no avail.

So we get to where we need to be, and finally I start to have a small conversation with Aria. She tells me about this “amazing appetizer” at the restaurant we were heading to, giving me something to look forward to.

We get to the place and she orders said appetizer, while I order a main dish. She gets her food and offers her friend a bite before quickly eating the rest of it. Cue the confusion.

I turn to her and say “listen, I have a couple of errands I want to run in the city, I might get going.” But as soon as I finish, she turns to her best friend, and the latter quickly tells (almost begs) me not to leave. So I pay for everyone’s food (sixty dollars I regret spending now) and we head over to Central Park.

When we get there, I notice the two girls whispering to each other, and Aria quickly looking away when I glanced at her. At this point, I’m thinking “man she’s really shy, but SHE invited me to this, so what’s the deal?”

We walk further into the park towards the Wollman Rink area (during the summer it’s converted into a carnival). Aria is walking ahead of her best friend and I, keeping a bit of a distance and at some points walking fast as if to lose us. So we get up to a spot that overlooks the carnival and the best friend says “I think I’m gonna go soon.” Without missing a beat, Aria was like, “no please don’t go.” So I look over to the two of them and say “I’ll get on my way so you two can go around the park together” while starting to walk away. Aria looks up at me and walks away, looking sad. Cue MORE confusion. Her best friend runs up, stops me from walking, and goes into a little talk with me. Now I’m gonna type as much of it as I remember.

“Look Chaz, I kinda don’t want to stay here. I feel like a third wheel, and Aria kinda likes you. I know you two are great for each other, and she really wants this date to work out. So would it be okay if you and her just went around the park for, a couple of hours? Would you enjoy spending time with her? Because she really wants this, she’s just… kinda shy.”

So I tell her that she invited me in the first place, and had no problem communicating on social media. I told her that real world shyness is understandable, and that it was cute that she liked me, but I felt like I was being blown off. The friend agreed and felt it was kinda rude of Aria to not really talk to me, but assured me that things would be okay once I was alone with her.

So I told her that if she wanted to leave, it was okay. The friend and I go over to Aria, who tells us she wants to see some lake in the park.

We begin walking down one pathway and the friend falls back for a second. She suddenly states “my siblings need me to come home for something… so… I’m gonna go. You two have fun.” Aria looks at her desperately and shakes her head. I notice this and say “do you want to go walk to that lake?” Aria hesitates, but agrees to do so and even smiles a bit.

So the friend leaves us and we walk along the pathway. But Aria continues to walk a bit ahead of me, and when I walk faster to catch up with her, she changes direction and walks through the grass or climbs up a rock. Finally I stopped tolerating the games being played and I stopped her for a second and said “look, I wanted to do a few things on my own in the city, and we’re heading the opposite way of where I need to be. I don’t want to follow you all the way up to this lake if you’re going to speed off ahead of me and not even talk to me.” This upset her, but we pressed on and made small talk.

We get to the lake and take some pictures, then walk along one side of it towards the western end of Central Park (for NYC natives, we were heading for 96th Street on the west side). We agreed to sit in the grass under a tree and she began to get close and comfortable with me. A nice conversation goes on for a while, and we end up sitting there for a good hour.

As I suggest we start heading for the train station, I start to get up and she hugs me. So I remain seated and hug her back, talking to her. We let go of each other and she leans on me, running her hand through my hair. I tell her that I’m ready to leave and have errands to run. But IN THE MIDDLE OF MY SENTENCE she cuts me off by saying “HEY!… Kiss me.”

Lots of things were going through my head and I told her I didn’t want to kiss her at the moment (I had no desire to at all after all the shit that happened earlier). So I stood up and she sat there with her hands on her cheeks, kinda pushing them up, and pouting. I offer to help her up and she glares up at me.

“I didn’t want to kiss you anyway”

Now I’m pissed. I felt like I was being played left and right, and was trying really hard to contain myself. I told her to get up and walk with me to the train station, since I knew she wouldn’t be able to find it on her own. I walked her towards the west side of the park, and she’s trailing ten feet behind me texting away. I never bothered to ask who she was sending messages to. But I tried to make conversation with her again, and only got brief answers from her. We got on the same train together, and she started talking to me about her previous boyfriends.

“I had two boyfriends before. They took advantage of me. I gave them both blowjobs frequently and they never did anything intimate to me.”

At this point, my mind is fucking blown at how fast the relationship escalated. We had gone from the point of not talking and awkwardness, to her telling me some really personal shit. I listened and tried to put my opinion in on how it wasn’t nice of the guys to do that (I was just trying to make her happy at this point) but diverted to giving her directions on getting back home. Once she told me she understood, I said goodbye, got off at the next transfer point, and got on a new train to head back to midtown and finish my errands. I looked back onto the train she stayed on and I could see she was upset, looking at me, at the route sign, then back at me, on the verge of tears. But I was glad it was over.

Aria sent me a message later trying to explain everything, telling me how the friend never meant to show up, and that she felt really bad about playing games with me and not acting mature.

Just a young shy girl. Hope she’s found her way in life.


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Tales of Rock – Sid Vicious Charged With Murder

It was concluded that Vicious’ knife, which had gone missing along with Spungen’s money, was the murder weapon.

In the annals of rock musicians fucking up, few entries are more extreme than stabbing your girlfriend to death and claiming not to remember doing it later. In October 1978, bassist Sid Vicious—deep into heroin addiction; his band Sex Pistols having broken up earlier that year—woke up in his room at the Hotel Chelsea in New York to find his girlfriend Nancy Spungen (Philly girl) dead in the bathroom with a wound in her abdomen. It was concluded that Vicious’ knife, which had gone missing along with Spungen’s money, was the murder weapon.

Vicious was charged with murder and gave conflicting accounts of what had happened; he said he hadn’t stabbed Spungen, then that he couldn’t remember anything and then that they were fighting and she fell on the knife. He was arrested and charged with murder but not kept in custody and attempted suicide later that month. In December 1978 he got in a fight at a rock show and was arrested and jailed; bailed out in February 1979. The following day, he died of an overdose of heroin at a dinner party. He was cremated and his mother surreptitiously spread his remains over Spungen’s grave.



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