and so this is christmas/and what have you done/another year over/a new one just begun

epic post time i feel.

the silly season was kicked off in fine style in the pub xmas eve with some ace people.

far too much booze was consumed.

running for a last train that wasn't a last train to wycombe ensued. while dan and his sister went on out to another pub i failed even to stay awake for the duration of the xmas special of 'my family' and went to bed before 9.

traditional xmas day avec the watkinses. big food. many presents. plenty of wine. musicals on the telly. marathon watching of 'the fellowship of the ring' and 'the two towers', directors cuts, whilst playing trivial pursuit.

elves are great.

every question i ask appears to feature nazis.

it is decided to attempt home on boxing day, which is foolish as there are no trains. a handy lift all the way sorts this little problem out nicely. i am revived with some singstar karaoke fun (duets with dan! ace!) and we head out to camden to (surprise surprise) a pub with some more stay at homes. very pleasant evening.

the following day is of course international barry day, for which much drinking ensues at the t-bird. possibly too much. ow my freaking head. i attempt to look like this:( cut for large pics )

clairehead 1(?) refuses to leave until she has been sick. i disguise this from the landlady by singing. yeeeeees. depart to robin and ellen's to drink more booze. i think my chatter is slurred and unfocused. tis nice to meet good people properly..... at some point we attempt home on buses, give up, and splash out on a cab.

muchly hungover the next day. a trek to croydon is not the best idea, but it must be done. see my dad and step family, get interrogated about wedding :/

interrogation stops as blazing row ensues with step brother over driving of an illegal car. much shouting. best argument ever: 'what's the point in getting an MOT tomorrow? it won't even pass it!!!'

duh.

we make a break with father in tow. his car has a dvd player. is this legal?

his car also has personalised numberplates. oh dear.....

dinner with the brothers, mum and pat is a pleasant affair, followed by some quick hands of poker. i am cr@p at it.

following 2 days pass in a blur of procrastination about tidying, sleeping, reading lord of the rings, watching sci-fi films and pretending to be a CSI. somewhere along the way we manage to go and see the village, which again i guess the premise of from the beginning. good film though. stupid idea. not enough genes in the pool. s'all.

new years eve day arrives and i refuse to let myself go out and enjoy things until i have managed to clean and tidy the bits of the house i wanted to. much hoovering, bleaching, washing etc was done. glamour eh? finish and drag self to holloway to a lovely pub with jugs of cocktails, and a sawa, lucy, matt, fran, dan, clare, rhoda and christian slater man. obviously this is not his name (that would be jonathon), but this is what i appear to have called him repeatedly seeing as he goes drinking with him and has his phone number, which i spectacularly fail to obtain. i am told that slater is 'on the pull' and likes dark haired ladies. that is NEVER going to help now, is it? pictionary and trivial pursuit are played. i like pictionary. and cocktails. and 'the frog chorus'.

the hummus was cr@p though.

by now rather drunken time is getting on, and tis decided that going to jodie's isn't feasible. i hope you all had fun. so we bus it to bmovie which is it's usual ace self, if not better. i certainly had much fun, and far too much more booze and stuff. ramble on at nice people, dance like i haven't in a while, see people i didn't expect to and discover i may well have met mark13 in a previous job.

alfie is a cvnt.

able on to an afterparty in a big heap of goffic, taking over various buses. sit in a very pink room with a lovely friendly bunch of people, and natter for longer than i thought. a sXe geezer rants on for some long time about child sexuality. i think it is time to leave.

make a break for a bus home, and get on one filled with some rude girls.

so we strike up conversation, and it is quite entertaining. i don't think naomi will actually remember me again.

"i am a good christian, and i like drugs"

they get off at hackney.

nightbuses are fun things.

home by half 7, although thanks to winter it is still dark, so obviously a respectable hour.

today i have mostly had lunch and watched shrek 2, which isn't as good as the 1st one, although you can forgive it for puss in boots. i think i shall while away the rest of the day with zoo keeper, tea and saving grissom from a grisly fate.

( under a cut cos even i find this boring )

2005, it is over to you!

and so this is christmas/and what have you done/another year over/a new one just begun

epic post time i feel.

the silly season was kicked off in fine style in the pub xmas eve with some ace people.

far too much booze was consumed.

running for a last train that wasn't a last train to wycombe ensued. while dan and his sister went on out to another pub i failed even to stay awake for the duration of the xmas special of 'my family' and went to bed before 9.

traditional xmas day avec the watkinses. big food. many presents. plenty of wine. musicals on the telly. marathon watching of 'the fellowship of the ring' and 'the two towers', directors cuts, whilst playing trivial pursuit.

elves are great.

every question i ask appears to feature nazis.

it is decided to attempt home on boxing day, which is foolish as there are no trains. a handy lift all the way sorts this little problem out nicely. i am revived with some singstar karaoke fun (duets with dan! ace!) and we head out to camden to (surprise surprise) a pub with some more stay at homes. very pleasant evening.

the following day is of course international barry day, for which much drinking ensues at the t-bird. possibly too much. ow my freaking head. i attempt to look like this:( cut for large pics )

clairehead 1(?) refuses to leave until she has been sick. i disguise this from the landlady by singing. yeeeeees. depart to robin and ellen's to drink more booze. i think my chatter is slurred and unfocused. tis nice to meet good people properly..... at some point we attempt home on buses, give up, and splash out on a cab.

muchly hungover the next day. a trek to croydon is not the best idea, but it must be done. see my dad and step family, get interrogated about wedding :/

interrogation stops as blazing row ensues with step brother over driving of an illegal car. much shouting. best argument ever: 'what's the point in getting an MOT tomorrow? it won't even pass it!!!'

duh.

we make a break with father in tow. his car has a dvd player. is this legal?

his car also has personalised numberplates. oh dear.....

dinner with the brothers, mum and pat is a pleasant affair, followed by some quick hands of poker. i am cr@p at it.

following 2 days pass in a blur of procrastination about tidying, sleeping, reading lord of the rings, watching sci-fi films and pretending to be a CSI. somewhere along the way we manage to go and see the village, which again i guess the premise of from the beginning. good film though. stupid idea. not enough genes in the pool. s'all.

new years eve day arrives and i refuse to let myself go out and enjoy things until i have managed to clean and tidy the bits of the house i wanted to. much hoovering, bleaching, washing etc was done. glamour eh? finish and drag self to holloway to a lovely pub with jugs of cocktails, and a sawa, lucy, matt, fran, dan, clare, rhoda and christian slater man. obviously this is not his name (that would be jonathon), but this is what i appear to have called him repeatedly seeing as he goes drinking with him and has his phone number, which i spectacularly fail to obtain. i am told that slater is 'on the pull' and likes dark haired ladies. that is NEVER going to help now, is it? pictionary and trivial pursuit are played. i like pictionary. and cocktails. and 'the frog chorus'.

the hummus was cr@p though.

by now rather drunken time is getting on, and tis decided that going to jodie's isn't feasible. i hope you all had fun. so we bus it to bmovie which is it's usual ace self, if not better. i certainly had much fun, and far too much more booze and stuff. ramble on at nice people, dance like i haven't in a while, see people i didn't expect to and discover i may well have met mark13 in a previous job.

alfie is a cvnt.

able on to an afterparty in a big heap of goffic, taking over various buses. sit in a very pink room with a lovely friendly bunch of people, and natter for longer than i thought. a sXe geezer rants on for some long time about child sexuality. i think it is time to leave.

make a break for a bus home, and get on one filled with some rude girls.

so we strike up conversation, and it is quite entertaining. i don't think naomi will actually remember me again.

"i am a good christian, and i like drugs"

they get off at hackney.

nightbuses are fun things.

home by half 7, although thanks to winter it is still dark, so obviously a respectable hour.

today i have mostly had lunch and watched shrek 2, which isn't as good as the 1st one, although you can forgive it for puss in boots. i think i shall while away the rest of the day with zoo keeper, tea and saving grissom from a grisly fate.

( under a cut cos even i find this boring )

2005, it is over to you!