PRIORITIES change. There was a time when you would begin thinking about a date for New Year's Eve in early November. And then, the unspeakable, the unthinkable. If, heaven forbid, you didn't get one, you would fall into a depression so deep, only a Valentine's Day card received on February 14 could pull you out of it. Then you got engaged or married or had a sure-thing for December 31 which meant no more anxious worrying. Now all you had to think about was where to go. Then years passed and, what with the drunken loonies on the road and champagne prices through the roof, you decided to stay at home. These days you can do anything you like. You've got the date, the money, the imagination. So close your eyes and think about it. If you had your dream New Year's Eve, how would it be? With whom? Where? Dick Kaufman, the original Mr Lan Kwai Fong and Mega Organiser, tells me he wants to ''spend New Year's Eve on the through train. Everyone seems to be talking about it, so I'd like to get on board if tickets are still available. I assume they've got sleeping and dining cars so we can all see the New Year in, in proper style, of course.'' Allan & Charmaine Zeman share a fantasy as to how to spend the last night of 93. They'd love to ''be far away, relaxing after a day of skiing, sitting around a blazing fire, with snow falling outside,'' while they ''toast the New Year with hot toddy and a kiss''. But wait. They will be skiing at Whistler, and it probably will be snowing. This is no fantasy, this is for real. Not bad, if you can do it. Entertainer Keith Kwan usually works on New Year's Eve, and can't seem to ignore that fact, even in fantasy. ''I'd like to be picked up right after the show by a helicopter, tour the harbour with a couple of friends and then ''home, James'' for some sleep. On waking I'd find a delicious breakfast waiting for me, before taking the dogs out for a walk around the Peak in my all-time favourite town, Hong Kong.'' Restaurateur Michelle Garnaut gets carried away by food, even in her wildest fantasies. ''My idea of a dream New Year's Eve would be to have a marvellous banquet cooked, not by me, but by Escoffier. Among the 12 guests at the dinner table would be some close friends, Leonardo da Vinci, Marcel Proust, Sir Francis Drake, Queen Victoria, Emile Zola and my grandmother Agnes Masland, all interesting conversationalists with a penchant for good food. I envision a fabulous dessert appearing at the stroke of midnight but the evening going on and on until the wee hours.'' Ms Garnaut has nothing to worry about as none of her dinner guests received an invitation to Diane Butler's fantasy which will take place ''on the moon in a Camelot type setting.'' Peripatetic party-goer Diane would make sure hers would be a boring affair by inviting the likes of such fun-to-be-with folks like ''King Arthur, Ramses II, Joan of Arc, Alexander the Great, Madame Pompadour, Lord Byron, Cleopatra, Mark Antony, and of course, Merlin the Magician on hand to keep things moving right along into 1994.'' Michel Galopin, food and beverage manager, The Peninsula, says who needs to go on fantasy trips when you have the Peninsula right here? He did confide that he would ''take his wife and six or seven good friends to a 17th-century French chateau, dine on the most marvellous food and keep the candles flickering and the huge fireplace stoked as we toasted the New Year with the finest wines and champagne. Naturally, we would all spend the night at the chateau before returning to reality.' Sixties swinger Phil Rosenberg, boss of Great Wall Graphics, surprised me by not having a fantasy involving roast goose and barbecued ribs. Instead the happily married Phil would ''not even think about zooming off somewhere with a willowy blonde'' but says his idea of a great night would be ''to have spent New Year's Eve 1983 with Mr Deng himself''. This chance in-a-lifetime meeting of great minds would have resulted in nothing less than ''changing the course of history, thus giving Hong Kong residents the firm promise of a brighter future.''