I'm going to a banquet hall, which should be splendid fun. It sounds like it should be for the elderly, but it's targeted towards under-30s. DJ, open bar, that sort of thing.
I'm going to a banquet hall, which should be splendid fun. It sounds like it should be for the elderly, but it's targeted towards under-30s. DJ, open bar, that sort of thing.
Her mates tried to get us to go to one of those tonight in Galway with them. Thankfully she laughed at the suggestion before I had to fake my own death or something.Originally Posted by Luca
The Mrs is getting dolled up because "someone has to put the effort in". Do fuck off love. I've been up since 5am and am on death's door. I may throw her off the balcony at midnight.
I've just put some nachos in the oven. Grating cheese en masse > going to the gym.
I've just got herself to throw a few nachos on her Dominos order for me and I've goujons to chuck in the air fryer to go with them.
Just had a Chinese. FM and some beer awaits.
Catching up on TTH. Got steak for dinner. Anything decent on TV?
I'll be avoiding Chris Evans. Apart from that I'm not too sure what's on.
Madden and A Football Life/some films for me.
Currently the story of Steve Gleason and his struggles with ALS has brought me to tears.
Glorious, they've given me a platform to talk about Ibiza so I'm good to go. Albeit the missus is having a go as all the bottles are 7.3% cider. As if I intended that.
Just arrived at my dads for a Chinese then we're all heading up to my aunts.
We have a 9 week old baby so it could get interesting layer on. At least I've got a lift home (the wife not the baby) rather than an hours taxi ride on these prices.
My mother is planning to watch Alan Carr, so I might go for a mooch if it isn't raining.
The state of New Order on TFI Friday. Ian Curtis has more life in him.
I'm debating whether to go into San Francisco for the fireworks tonight. On the one hand I'd arrive home very late on a bus, on the other it would probably be splendid fun. Toss-up.
I watched the first four minutes.
I feel for you, Lewis.
We've that Gogglebox shit on, but if we didn't then it could be Alan Carr so I don't mind.
6th bottle gone, fuck pacing this.
I wish I could get fucked up tonight. Tragically i'm in Salem, Massachusetts, home of witches, with the fam. Filial duty really is something
I made a remark that I might not make it to 12 awake and she's gone all quiet on it. She has half an hour to snap out of it or I'm going on to bed whether I want to or not.
I went for my mooch instead. Now it's Piers Morgan interviewing Cilla Black. Fucking hell.
Someone needs to shoot that cunt in the face.
EDIT: And flicking around I've just spotted James Cordon. He gets the first bullet actually.
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I hope your movie is okay
Mrs is bladdered. It's going to be a painful few hours, but at least I'll get a blowie.
I feel like I've started too late to get wrecked.
Watched Noel Fieldings DVD with a beer, just got into bed. Out next Saturday to 'bring in the new year' or something.
Fucking hell I just made a shit white people do joke I saw on twitter and one of them was call us nigger on Xbox forgetting my sister's half cast friend was in the same room. Let's hope she identifies more with us.
Fucking hell she's staring at me
I must be predisposed to making utterly inappropriate jokes, this isn't the first time for racism and homophobia. It's insincere I like to think. Fuck sake
Happy new year lads.
Happy New Year guys.
Happy New Year lads
Look at these arseholes filming this mega London firework display on their phones. It will be on iPlayer if you want to watch it again.
Happy calendar day, chums.
Tom Jones is 75. Seventy fucking five.
What a man.
Love you lads. We all love Leeds
I watched all three parts of the recent And Then There Were None adaptation (Charles fucking Dance) and it ended at 23.57 in time to hold the dog down during fireworks. Probably my greatest success of last year.
Four dads have taken the Hootenanny hostage.
Somebody should tell this bloke what he looks like. Balding wank.
I've got Bryan Adams giving it large, so count your blessings.
Were those fucking noises he was making voluntary? Sounded like a dog coughing up half a tennis ball at one stage.
What would be cheaper: faking my own death or becoming a heroin addict? Because if I'm watching Jools Holland on my own in 365 days time (Tom Jones or no Tom Jones) then that's what I'm doing.
Probably heroin, it'd kill you off in a few months if lucky and if you can get the hang of noshing off older men to finance it you're set. Good luck mate!
Are you doing that because you had no options to 'go out' or through choice? If it's the latter, revel in it. New Year's Eve's always a bit shit anyway.
You sound swell, Lewis. Drop acid.
Yev knows. I got curious and headed out a few of them over the years and quickly remembered how shit they were.
Stephen's (Boxing) Day, New Years, Patrick's Day, Easter Monday. All to be avoided like the plague.
Though we both said if we'd known the Coronas were the main act in the show in the city tonight we'd have drove in for it.
I prefer to stay in. I hate going to packed venues. Puts a real dent into a social occasion when you're confined to a 6-inch space and have to fight for a refill.
Throwaway comment mate. That said, there is something a bit depressing about the Hootenanny. It might be the audience. It's always the whitest collection of humanity ever assembled. They probably go home and think they've been through some sort of formative cultural experience.
Yeah it's giving off an extra strong vibe of Aunties 60th birthday party tonight.
Still though, Tom Jones.
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