| Merry fucking Christmas, you outer reaches! |
[25 Dec 2003|08:35am] |
Christmas Eve was interesting. Following a quiet afternoon, Andy and i went to the New Inn, (He was avoiding Christingle), and we were followed by Graham, Lucy, and a very drunk Neil Morecombe.
Neil broke one glass and spilt another. Excellent! I'd intended to go home and come out later that evening, but i kind of got swept up in the hilarity of seeing the MorecombeMeister hugging Graham and grabbing his cheeks. Even Graham looked embarrassed. For once.
Through a drunken haze i noticed naughty arse from the Bell playing pool across the room. Always eyeballs me. Don't know why.
And so i went home after Neil dragged me off a stool, which was rather amusing. Fell asleep at 7pm, and woke up at 4. Went to sleep again, woke up at 5pm. Fell asleep again, woke up at 8. And now it's Christmas! Woo-hoo.
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[25 Dec 2003|10:26am] |
My mother is watching "Cats and Dogs".
I can't help feeling aggrieved being a cat lover. In this film they are portrayed as utter evil. Wheras the fucking dog is the hero.
Whatever. Everyone knows cats get it right. And they clean up their own shit. Dogs will just coil it off anywhere.
Work soon. This is the big one. 79 peopele. 4 courses. Loads of washing up. Cameos from Rosie, Vanessa, LG, and more. 1 cantankerous landlord.
It's the most surreal pub in England, and it's fucking coming to you
THE BELL: JUDGEMENT DAY: XMAS
We're cooking up a fucking storm.
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[25 Dec 2003|10:34am] |
I have here, er...some Superman stuff from Dawn...can't work out wether they're for sleeping in or not. The boxers are HUGE.
Two bottles of Guiness, and a South Afircan wine from Bolb, as well as a leather bangle thingy.
And assorted miscellaneous items from Mould, including:
1 box of Belgian chocolates: Every bloody year
1. Thorntons Continental Viennese bar
1. ALBERTO Strong Hold Styling Gel
1. Imperial Leather shower gel
It's an odd little assortment our mother gives us every year. She used to hurl fruit in there too, before realizing we only really ever ate the banana, and left the others to rot.
I fucking love Christmas. I have everything i need: Chocolate, gel, and wine. Now piss off!
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[25 Dec 2003|10:34am] |
Downloading The Racoons On Ice, seeing as it's Christmas. I can't buy this fucking series ANYWHERE.
And i want it.
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[25 Dec 2003|06:24pm] |
Bloody great Christmas. Of course, the work was hard, and long....but we were all out by 4:30, and had a wonderful few drinks in the bar, courtsey of the Youngs, and especially the utterly money Simon Youngs.
I had a wonderful present from Aleks and Ian, indeed in conjunction with the money they had already given me, this was indeed money. Fleece and a shirt, lovely stuff. It was a wonderful afternoon. Aleks liked her present, Two Towers, and Ian should love his (Ratpack Live cd), which was from the lads in the kitchen.
And of course, Dave and i had our yearly smoke, huge cigars.
And now, it's Guiness and wine for the rest of the evening. And no work till Saturday. Fuck, i love Xmas.
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| The great soap dictionary. |
[25 Dec 2003|08:07pm] |
W:
Wrapped round his/her little finger
Usually used to described estranged spouse's or friends dependence on another, and/or being a tool of another's manipulation, possibly being used to spite person who expresses such concerns.
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