Author: graybo

all my favourite blogs seem to have a warm christmassy glow about them at the moment – click on the links in the navbar and see for yourself.
have to say that reading them has contributed hugely to lifting blue mood that prevailed earlier. that and going out to buy AW’s chrimbo pressie.
tomorrow’s mission: more pressie buying and the hunt for good quality silver tinsel.

it seems there is whole blog thing going on of describing a typical Christmas day – well, we haven’t really had a typical Christmas for some time, due to varying degrees of living-at-home-ness and flitting-around-after-primadonnaesque-girlfriends, but I predict this year’s will go like this:
– wake up with hangover
– open stocking presents provided by mum (a walnut, choc coins, a satsuma, something silly)
– have breakfast
– call Andrea at her parents. coo pathetically down the phone
– when feeling sufficiently sober, drive to my parents – meet brother and his girlfriend there
– flop about whilst mum cooks dinner (help refused in spite of repeated offers)
– make a fuss of the cat
– warm feet by fire
– open presents – wrapping paper explosion (Dad will fold his neatly, and then get stalled on the first present (a book) and hold up the whole present opening process (we only open one at a time))
– eat VAST meal
– load dishwasher
– flop dozily in sofas by fire, reading new books received
– welcome Andrea when she arrives from her parents
– help Andrea open her presents
– eat more food (leftovers, sweet chocolatey things)
– further flopping, reading and drinking
– crawl to bed around twelve, utterly relaxed.

doesn’t sound so bad, does it?

feeling much more cheerful now, you’ll undoubtedly be pleased to hear.

Sleeping motorist puts his foot in it as car burns – he must have been very tired.

Jupiter probe detects ‘space music’ – that’ll be Bob the Builder then.

Seventies Christmas songs can give you Glam Rock Shoulder – “Glam Rock Shoulder”???

Starsky and Hutch heart-throb heads for Holby City – brilliant! will he sing? or jump across the bonnet of a red car??

TPL – 17 points, my lowest weekly score of the season so far. Total now 458.

2000 wettest year since 1872. yup.

i’m feeling more than a bit miserable today – just depressed in a really hard to define fashion. don’t ask me to pinpoint the reasons because i don’t think i can.