Ho Ho Ho

The festive Season is over for another 12 months, and time to get back into the weekly grind.

In retrospect, it’s been another gutless Christmas for yours truly.

I spent the prior Christmas drinking Vodka and watching Sitcoms, so I planned to make more of an effort for this one. The tentative schedule was a local pub for Christmas lunch, and then on to a Christmas party in Wandsworth.

But those plans went right out the fucking window when I spent the entire day in bed with a rotten cold.

I’d had various Christmas parties throughout the month of December, and it seemed that wandering around the streets of London at 2am in zero degree temperatures looking for cabs home, had taken it’s toll on my health.

So I spent the majority of Jesus’ birthday cooped up in bed like the English Patient, coughing, sneezing and spraying mucous all over the shop like an epileptic Porn Star.

At about 9pm the bed sores were starting to kick in, so I went to the pub across the road from my house for a few beers. I ended up watching BBC2’s Christmas movie (which was Pulp Fiction, I shit you not) with the owner of the pub. I left the pub at midnight, came home for a bit of Playstation, and then went back to bed. Yeah, that’s about it.

I’m living on the other side of the world from the rest of my family, so my Christmas Days were never going to be all that spectacular. But the holiday is coming dangerously close to evaporating from my life altogether.

That will be a New year’s resolution for this year: I’ll have to make more of an effort for Christmas Day 2008.






Or not.