I ended up going to the Cue Bar for NYE, seeing Dandelion Wine and The Beautiful Few and catching up with Nick, Naomi and fact244. Dandelion Wine were good; Nick kept swapping guitars rather promiscuously throughout the gig. The Beautiful Few (whom I wasn't familiar with) were also good, with songs full of wry social commentary; they were somewhere between Pulp and early Models.
(I was thinking of dropping in on one of several house parties there, but got sidetracked by running into two old friends outside the Café Nova, which was a pleasant surprise.)
The tram to Brunswick St. was packed. Bonus points go to the fashionably-dressed mario type who spent the entire tram trip voluminously spitting on the floor; and I do mean voluminously, dribbling rivulets of saliva onto the ground as conspicuously as he could in between spitting loudly; the floor beneath him looked like someone cleaned out a bird cage onto it. I wonder whether he was suffering from some medical condition, or whether he was just doing so to show his contempt for society and/or what a macho-man he was.
On the way back, walking up Brunswick St., I realised that Fitzroy has turned into Prahran; everywhere I went, I could hear the muscular thump of house music. Mind you, we're probably behind the curve here; in Prahran, they're probably into more fashionable things than house music, like NME '70s-Revival Rock or daggy 1980s top-40 hits or cunnilingus-themed rap songs or something.