Nah, just getting warmed up on 6. Stupid Magners brewery making Strongbow 0.5% weaker to avoid the taxation.
Jeez. If I drank that much these days, they’d write a thread called “Hopefully the end for DJ Nobo”
Nah, just getting warmed up on 6. Stupid Magners brewery making Strongbow 0.5% weaker to avoid the taxation.
Have had quite a good day with the family in the end, though starting to think we're the only ones who've stuck to the rules
I shouldn't get wound up about it, but I know of family, neighbours and colleagues bending the rules significantly to suit their own ends.
Have had quite a good day with the family in the end, though starting to think we're the only ones who've stuck to the rules
I shouldn't get wound up about it, but I know of family, neighbours and colleagues bending the rules significantly to suit their own ends.
I am at my old mans so we are trying to make the most of it, but hard to enjoy it knowing so many people (friends and family are alone)
I did enjoy the walk up to cissbury ring with my little boy...
All was going well till my 77 year old pal (in my bubble) decided to toddle down the road to his house (he lives alone) at around 6 yesterday. 'Mind yourself on the step, it's very steep I say'. 'I know that!' he replies, as he loses his balance and tumbles into the passage between the two end of terrace houses, mine and the neighbours. Unfortunately my neighbour has a metal earth sticking out of the path by her doorstep. You can guess the rest.
We were both quite sober (but too risky for me to have driven). Luckily we got a taxi to the cottage hospital in double quick time and (after some tedious form filling) got seen immediately. Seven stiches in a ragged headwound. I sat with him a bit when we got home, but he seemed remarkably sanguine. Checked up later and he declared himself a 'hard scouser'. Wasn't quite so hard before the stitching, very apprehensive, but you would be if you'd never had stitches in your life! And he a former merchant seaman then social worker dealing with seriously mad and dangerouse people. I raised an eyebrow at that.
Anyway, that was an unpleasant turn of events. I've taken a look at the 'crime scene' and if he'd been an inch further forward the spike would have gone into his skull rather than rip across it. A nice pool of claret there for me to clear up later. I hope he's feeling well enough that we can watch some footy later, the daft b'stard.
Edit: the taxi driver, bless him for working on Christmas day, but he wore no mask, and was on the verge of denying that there is a pandemic, but I changed the subject. On another day I'd not have got into the taxi but bleeders can't be chosers. If we'd demanded an ambulance we'd probably still be waiting, and perhaps rightly so. Still....
This year I don’t have to comply with the strange whims of my in laws.
Absolute bliss being in our own house, doing things our way.
Tomorrow I will watch football all day without being hovered around, and made to feel like im a neglectful parent.
Very envious.
Last few years have been spent with my in-laws including the wife’s brother, who’s a knobhead of the first order and gets paralytic after 2 shandies.
This year was different though. He was even worse than normal this year, talking utter bollocks all afternoon until about 6:30pm, when he made some pathetic joke aimed at me, at which point I snapped, called him a tosser and told him to shove off home..... and he did.
Guess that’s sorted him out for future Christmases..........!?
So a bad start but a good ending.
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Sorry to hear that mate. Sounds like my brother-in-law, who can't keep his mouth shut for five minutes (especially after drinking) and has had a pop at me from time to time - usually at Christmas. One year, I dug in, ignored it all - wasn't going to get into an altercation with other relatives around who are so nice - and on the 27th December, I sent him a text message to f**k off!
Revenge was very sweet!
Very envious.
Last few years have been spent with my in-laws including the wife’s brother, who’s a knobhead of the first order and gets paralytic after 2 shandies.
This year was different though. He was even worse than normal this year, talking utter bollocks all afternoon until about 6:30pm, when he made some pathetic joke aimed at me, at which point I snapped, called him a tosser and told him to shove off home..... and he did.
Guess that’s sorted him out for future Christmases..........!?
So a bad start but a good ending.
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