01/01/2014 11:29 GMT | Updated 03/03/2014 05:59 GMT

New Year's Eve in London: What It Was Like to Be at the World's First Multi-Sensory Fireworks Show

Fact: Londoners hate waiting. Tubes more than two minutes away, be damned. Slow walkers, we curse you.

So, to get a Londoner to queue - to wait - for bloody hours, something extraordinary has to happen. Isabel Marant has to launch a collection in H&M. There must be the promise of Harry Styles.

Or the world's first multisensory fireworks display has to be happening on the Thames to bring in the New Year. Yeah, I know - what the hell's that, right?

When I arrived on London's embankment, an estimated quarter of a million people were already there and some had been queuing for an inconceivable six hours. It was freezing. It was raining. The DJ was playing Craig David.

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The multisensory fireworks show started at midnight, lighting up Queen Elizabeth Tower

Yet, the atmosphere was incredible. Dancing, singing - cheering when Boris Johnson appeared, hologram-style, on a huge screen across the river.

The main event, of course, was the fireworks - a show devised by Vodafone and food design geniuses Bompas & Parr. We were promised peach flavoured snow, edible banana confetti and huge orange bubbles during the display - so far, so Willy Wonka. So fantastical you think to yourself, this couldn't work. I couldn't even picture it - it sounded like something out of a children's book.

But Big Ben banged in 12am and off the fireworks went - a relentless 20-minute show of whizzing fire and light that dared you not to blink. The smell of peach announced the snow and down it fell - like the real stuff except much nicer. We were doused in the scent of strawberries and huge orange bubbles floated out over the crowd - great big popping zesty spheres.


Thousands of people thronged along the Thames for the multisensory display get a taste of peach snow from Bompas and Parr

I'd wager there wasn't a single person not saying "wow" every 30-45 seconds - you barely got to grips with one spectacle before another happened. It was magic - like something from Roald Dahl's imagination made real.

Then we all sang Auld Lang Syne and it was over for another year. Everyone dispersed at high speed - the tolerance for waiting replaced by the need to sort out numb feet - and that rare thing of London celebrating as a city was over again until the next big thing.

I never understood the appeal of standing in the cold for all that time just to see some fireworks. But if they do it like this again, I can say hand on heart, I can't think of a more fun and uplifting way to bring in the New Year.