Gemmill

CT, have you seen this? It's bent as fuck, you'd love it.

Spirited is this afternoon's watch, I think. My dreamboat Ryand Reynolds and non-dreamboat Will Ferrell in a Christmas musical spectacular. But first, the spreadsheet.

Ours is all from M&S. Fuck doing it from scratch. I will however be producing a spreadsheet today with all the timings on to make sure that a 1:30pm eating time is observed. Columns for each item to be cooked. Rows at 15 minute intervals.

The Traitors has been quality. Reality TV but genuinely entertaining. Inhale it all on iplayer now if you've not had the end spoilt by some cunt on social media.

Oh absolutely. I'm under no illusions that I have anything to offer at these get-togethers other than furtive glances at the exit door. Everyone's night will be improved next year when I don't show.

It can be liberating. Things have been fucking mental at work this past few months and at moments of peak stress, just taking a second to think "none of this actually matters at all in the grand scheme of things" is good for you.

I absolutely disgrace myself every year, strictly on sweet stuff. But now I'm taking Toonpack's wonder drug, I'm putting the pedal to the metal.

Gloom, you big Christmas fanny, I was only messing. Hope you're alright really. 🎄🤶❤️

Wait til you wake up tomorrow morning and remember typing this.

I'm gonna test it out by eating half the chocolate panettone my lass has just got at M&S.

I've got it! 14 tablets. I nearly screamed IIIIIIIIIITS CHRIIIIISTMAAAAAS in the pharmacy lass's face with excitement

As soon as she gets back I'm going to the pharmacy to buy some of this wonder stuff. Can I just take one a day for the next two weeks and skate through the whole Christmas like I've got the guts of a 20 year old. By about the 27th I usually feel like a tube of brown toothpaste, just constantly shitting out the horrible stuff I've been eating. Is this gonna solve this issue too?

I get notifications on my phone whenever anyone spends on the joint account. My lass went to M&S to "pick up a few food things for over the Christmas" 20 minutes ago. Just had the notification that she's spent £188.77, the fucking lunatic. How the fuck am I supposed to get this acid under control?

Give it ten years, you'll have the kid AND heartburn, DICKHEAD!

Amazon will do same day delivery if I buy £40 worth. Let's get a consortium together. The Axis of Acid. Who's in?

I mean giving me this information now is next to no use. I'll have to go to the pharmacy tomorrow and fight through all the people buying last minute Old Spice gift sets.

It's fucking desperate man. I drink more Gaviscon than booze over the Christmas.

Fuck knows, he's the swimmer dude. I've just had my first bit of Christmas cake. Two weeks of heartburn starts HERE.

I don't know why I was reading it, but there's a quickfire Christmas questions thing in the Guardian with a load of shite celebs. Favourite Quality Street, Favourite Christmas Song, best part of the Christmas Dinner, that kind of shit. Anyway.... Adam Peaty, go and FUCK yourself.

:lol: The only mental health issue you have is that you refuse to accept your age. One of the older blokes at our Christmas do has had videos of him dancing sent around on WhatsApp and people talking about how sweaty he was on Teams all the next day. This is almost certainly what the young people at your work are doing with you too. "Did you see old man Gloom doing the fucking worm?! He is TRAGIC!" "Someone was saying he turned up on his skateboard and there's a video going round of him trying to do ollies in the car park." You've just got to go home as soon as the dessert plates are collected.

Aye that sort of thing would be fine. This was a multiple tables, assigned seating nightmare. There was only about 40 there, but that's about 35 too many for my liking.

Dave, I hope I've gone down in your estimation cos you're annoyed I went in the first place, and not because you think I should be loving that shit.

We go into the office one day a week so I get more than my fill of everyone throughout the year, and them of me, I'm sure. I'm definitely not doing it next year. It won't have any impact on my employment prospects cos I'm absolutely indispensable.

I'm annoyed at myself for even going to my work Christmas do this year. I hate big group things like that, don't do great in them, and knew I would hate it from start to finish. But I still went cos that's what you're meant to do. I left as early as I possibly could and vowed as I was walking out that I'm just not gonna go to these things in the future. They're for other people.

Dave, hope you're doing alright, anxiety doesn't sound like much fun. Gloom, fucking GROW UP. Or at the very least tell us what you've been saying in these conversations you wake up tortured by, so we can all have a laugh.