18th December to 6th January for me. Hosting both sets of parents, the aftermath of no social engagements and just wallowing in the malaise probably the highlight for me.
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18th December to 6th January for me. Hosting both sets of parents, the aftermath of no social engagements and just wallowing in the malaise probably the highlight for me.
Yorkshire puddings on Christmas Dinner: yes or no?
Of course.
Definitely.
Sometimes tradition needs to get over itself.
Yorkshires are always better than no Yorkshires.
Always
Yes, because we're having roast beef. Also, Yorkshire pudding is best made in a massive tin and then cut/torn off in chunks. The twee little pot shaped ones can get fucked.
Might as well go the whole hog and throw the sausages in too at that stage.
I went to an Iranian do in North London on Saturday, and I was the only native there. Not as in lol I went to Fratton Asda and it was full of foreigners on videocalls, standing in the way and buying bottled water; but literally as in everybody there including the staff - probably about three-hundred in all - was Iranian except for me. It was like the Kabul airlift at the bar, because why queue when you can just shout? I had to leave it to the experts afterwards, which apparently led to her being asked by all of the old bags how their daughters and nieces can meet nice British boys instead of blokes who look like Taz or the Tottenham manager.
Lewis ending up a minor oil prince somewhere. :cool: Will be his second greatest achievement after all of those best poster awards.
My wife has just started making the Christmas Dinner pudding… sticky toffee pudding! She’s working out if we have enough stuff to make three, I’ve everything crossed.
Turkey was collected at 6am and is on an hour so far, legs are prepped, ham is coming to a boil, and the spuds are peeled :cool:
I'm heading into work this morning, treated myself to a flat white from the local Portuguese place to get the brain firing, and an Indian tried to steal it off the counter as it was passed to me, only conceding when the vendor shouted at him.
There's nothing more festive than having your immigration concerns borne out.
Woke up 15 minutes ago. Work in 10 minutes. :cool: / :moop:
Coming over 'ere, taking are coffee.
It has taken them forty years, but the state oil company has finally produced shortages in the country with the second largest gas reserves and the third largest oil reserves. :harold:Quote:
Originally Posted by Pepe
They are boned aren't they? You have timed your run well, beach holidays there by 2027.
I fancy a jolly to Syria tbf.
The guy building his extension single handedly is still out there at it now. I really hope he has tomorrow off or I'll have to request a cease of activities at least for dinner since he's so fucking loud about it.
My mother in law came storming in at lunch time giving it the big "have you seen the church are doing a Crib Service at 5?", to which both of my kids have decided they'd love to go to. So now I'll be spending, what, 2 hours(?) of my Christmas Eve singing hymns that never match the tune of the clumsy cunt on the organ while they both complain about being bored. :happycry:
Should she not be taking them in those circumstances?
Exactly, the answer there is "grand job, what time do you think you'll be back at?"
Yeah, stop home and enjoy the quiet.
She's a boomer grandparent. My wife spent most of her childhood with her nan and they have our kids maybe twice a year. There's no chance.
It will be interesting to see what follows the beards, but I would question whether a country that lives by this mind-numbing shit can ever function without some sort of strongman making decisions for them.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jimmy Floyd
Turns put it was 4, not 5 and boomer nan didn't even turn up. Standard. Anyway, that's that over with. Where's the cheese board?
I can imagine that would be unbelievably tiresome after quite a short while.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lewis
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In the rules of hospitality, taarof requires a host to offer anything a guest might want, and a guest is equally obliged to refuse it. This ritual may repeat itself several times (usually three times) before the host and guest finally determine whether the host's offer and the guest's refusal are genuine, or simply a show of politeness.
The British complaining about unwritten rules and customs that are utterly unknowable to outsiders?
They really are a generation of selfish cunts.Quote:
Originally Posted by Spikey M
https://youtu.be/ja9RIXyAbRw?si=6e5ErAeYQrxTrG2lQuote:
Originally Posted by niko_cee
They're no Venezuela, but that's a solid effort.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lewis
My sister has been here for three days now. Her older son (he's in first grade so six or seven?) has spent the entire time, and I mean literally every waking second, starting at one of his two tablets or at the phone while munching at snacks, mainly chips or raspberries. That kid will be fucked beyond belief.
Pretty shit parenting but as long as it's just to survive while going through Christmas then I have sympathy. Why don't you be a good uncle and play with him?
I'm assuming that it is not as bad while school is on, but still. Forgot to mention: he still wears diapers.
I'm just out here trying to keep a semblance of a routine with my daughters among the chaos. He ignores everyone unless you threaten to take away the tablet, then he shouts like a maniac and the adults always give in.
A six year old wearing diapers?wtaf?
Ok your sister has failed sorry.
Merry Christmas, you useless cunts. Smashed down a curry, Prashad no less. Now on to the bevvies.
As in during the day? Relatively common in boys at night at that age, hormones apparently, but during the day that really would be mental.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pepe
Spikey the bedwetter.
Yes, during the day. Apparently he can be without diaper in school just fine but once home he demands one and he obviously gets it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Spikey M
His father is a junkie good for nothing, so his chances were always slim. The younger one seems better but I'm not setting my hopes too high.
Christmas with my parents is always really stupid. My father is now old enough that he just likes to have the same five conversations over and over again:
- How badly he believes the justice secretary, Timpson, is underperforming in government (this is his new favourite topic)
- The DeHavilland factory in London Colney
- Isn't it amazing that they can beam live pictures of the golf from the other side of the world, where it's sunny
- There's too much of Clive Myrie on our television sets
- Working from home is a sham and must be ended (even though he doesn't work at all any longer)
If you introduce a new angle or try to talk about something else, he just brings it back to one of these in under three minutes. We really need a child in the family to liven things up. Not my fucking responsibility.
Get him to DM Giggles about that last one.
Merry Christmas, lads.
He'd surely get more entertainment if he DM'd Igor and prompted another breakdown.Quote:
Originally Posted by Boydy
Happy Christmas boys!
Merry Christmas lads. You're the divisive, angry, slightly racist family I always wanted x
Have a proper chrimbo lads
Merry Christmas all.
'Grats all. May all your bowels withstand the coming storms.
Happy Christmas, lads. Have a good'n.