Starting Christmas Day with a hangover is never a good start (curiously, starting New Year's Day is...) The traditional winterfest orgy of gift giving and feasting is now closed in here in the shadow of Cloughogue Mountain (Clog, to the uneducated). Lootwise this year I've done not badly, new coat, £25 in Waterstone's vouchers and an RC Plane. Nice. The Munchkin was very pleased (read: ecstatic) with the corset from 'Muffin. Better than advertised. Use the link, that's what it's there for. I can't wait to see the coat I commissioned from her, now. All in all a very satisfactory day. Everyone loved my gifts and that's what matters to me 'coz I love giving the stuff away.
It wasn't until after 1:00am and after my father had finished giving me a crash course in the art of Irish Coffee making (2 in thecoursee of 10 minutes, he doesn't like 'em) that I got on to the main audio visual entertainment of the day. Not a new DVD or CD, not the Christmas Day main feature on the terrestrial channels, not the Queen's speech but that little known British Sci-Fi show, Doctor Who. I loved it! More power to David Tennant, just the right amount! Why can't I live in this UK? How do I get to vote for Harriet Jones? I have to wait until the Spring for more? Unfair!
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