Honestly? Yes. If you get a proper ticket for a main zone, the experience is next-level. The Big Ben bongs, the sky exploding in purple and gold, the collective gasp of ten thousand strangers… it’s magic.
You’re not just paying for fireworks. You’re paying for a story. For a night where you shout “Happy New Year!” at strangers and mean it. For a photo that makes your Instagram look like you have your life together.
But if £15 feels steep, hit a free hill. The fireworks still look beautiful, even if they’re the size of your thumbnail. And you can leave immediately after without waiting in a human traffic jam for an hour.
Final verdict? £15 is a steal for the main show. Just remember to dress like you’re climbing Everest, wear shoes you don’t mind losing, and charge your phone. You’ll need it for the 47 blurry videos you’ll never rewatch.
Now go forth, buy your tickets, and happy staring-at-the-sky day, you magnificent creature.
