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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Monday, December 26, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
It's 02:20 am and I'm totally smashed...
You know, I'm beginning to think these titles are a bit repetitive...
It's been almost a month since my last post and it's now Christmas Eve/Day. Tonight has been the night of my annual drunken night out with my old school friend the Cryptic Commie. As is the habit with most of my friends, he spent most of the evening not catching up on the last year but berating me on my lack of significant other. I responded that as he's two months older than I that he should put his own house in order first, dodging the issue at every twist and turn.
Now, an hour, after I've left him I realize that I've opened myself to a charge of hypocrisy. For the last two or three months I've been berating Laid Back Guy to pursue an old flame that he encountered in Waterstones, Dundee. He ran into this old flame in my company and after we'd left he made an off hand remark, "Why didn't I, when I had the chance?" I haven't let it lie since. Oops.
To prove my timidity C.C. went on the pull to show how easy it was and within 5 minutes he had his new conquests 'phone number. Whoot. I pointed out to him that this wasn't the point and continued to argue it back and forth for the rest of the evening.
Blogging on and off since January 2004.
It's been almost a month since my last post and it's now Christmas Eve/Day. Tonight has been the night of my annual drunken night out with my old school friend the Cryptic Commie. As is the habit with most of my friends, he spent most of the evening not catching up on the last year but berating me on my lack of significant other. I responded that as he's two months older than I that he should put his own house in order first, dodging the issue at every twist and turn.
Now, an hour, after I've left him I realize that I've opened myself to a charge of hypocrisy. For the last two or three months I've been berating Laid Back Guy to pursue an old flame that he encountered in Waterstones, Dundee. He ran into this old flame in my company and after we'd left he made an off hand remark, "Why didn't I, when I had the chance?" I haven't let it lie since. Oops.
To prove my timidity C.C. went on the pull to show how easy it was and within 5 minutes he had his new conquests 'phone number. Whoot. I pointed out to him that this wasn't the point and continued to argue it back and forth for the rest of the evening.
Blogging on and off since January 2004.
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