Christmas Tree

Come on Brentford, keep us in 3rd please.

Once everyone had cleared off to their anti social pits yesterday, I was free to binge watch that SAS drama. Absolutely loved it and it had added interest knowing that was the area my dad was stationed during the war. (He was only 22 at the time and not in the SAS as far as I know). I then started the documentary on it which seems excellent as well so far. Balls of steel, the lot of them.

Our lass asked me to carve ours in the kitchen a few minutes before serving. I should have had a mask, gown and scalpel I didn’t know whether to put it back in the oven or call a vet. And she’s been winning at this for 35 years. Anyway a mainly vegy dinner it was.

Merry Christmas you weird and lovely lot.

O.M.G It’s my new favourite film

Sorted 👍

You can’t get more Christmas Eve than a duck pizza side

I can’t watch anything with Will Ferrell in

I’m just off to the Stak for a doggy social with Santa Claus followed by a stroll on the beach. Then back home for a lazy afternoon watching something good before a “party picky tea”. ( hoping to swing by a B&M for the tablets). Then a lovely evening anticipating the sheer joy all my friends and family will have opening their Mugs

Just in case you’ve missed something

The 6 lives of Lia was a canny time travel story.

It’s Christmas Eve man, cheer up

If you need any tips….

She doesn’t have any UTI tablets lying around does she Women ffs!

It’s a she so just my leg every now and then. We’ve also had a squirrel move into the tree at the bottom of the garden (I fucking love squirrels), and I think she’s a bit scared of it, so not too keen on the garden at the minute.

Not quite Carl Sagan but…

Lovely up that way. I sometimes drive up to Derwent reservoir to just take in the night sky. Such a big difference away from the towns.

That was a tea splurter.

The only one who cared and that's how you treat me

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. In other words, fuck it

Sex? Fuck that

I wish They we’re like a really good wedding disco without kids. Special Guests such as Gazza and Keegan and one year coincided with Sir Bobby living there. All the more special as it was a Sunderland based company full of mackems