We haven't got a Christmas thread going lads.
We haven't got a Christmas thread going lads.
We had our work Christmas do today. I did the quiz this year so didn't have chance to win it, we went to Bar + Block again, and my line manager got into the same argument with the same pub landlord about the exact same issue as last year, except this time he called him a 'little four-eyed cunt' and got us all thrown out.
What we all planning for the big day?
I've the parents coming, weather permitting, along with her older brother. 5 to cook for us just about my limit, though I will do the turkey the evening before. Be fuck all else really on the day, nowhere open and terrible telly but it'll be grand to be off for a week.
My work Christmas meal has already been suffered through.
Christmas Day with the inlaws, Boxing Day wiv da lads at da footee.
Shit leave this year though. I'm only off Christmas eve because I've taken it as Annual Leave and I'm back in the office on the 2nd. Boo.
At my parents for Christmas Day, out on the 28th in Liverpool and two weeks off work.
Same.
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Second lonely Christmas for me since cutting my horrible family off. Bliss.
I like Christmas less every year. Christmas Eve is quite good, but the rest is tat. I'm all about January. Fucking love January.
I have two more miserable social occasions to go to, tonight and next Friday, then I still have to buy people presents that they don't want, and then it'll all be over soon.
Christmas Eve at a cousin's house (some of his wife's family are coming from Poland too), at an Auntie's in London on Christmas Day and on Boxing Day we're popping into the cousin's place again as it's his 20th Wedding Anniversary.
Some family friends have also invited us for a Boxing Day party or something too.
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No work do for me this time as I can't be arsed going to Berlin. We're going to Italy for the days before Christmas and flying back on Christmas day. Then spending New Years in Scotland. This is the last flight then until after the baby is born.
Fresh start. New life. Getting lighter every day. Open calendar. Absolutely zero bullshit 'special occasions'. Bring it on.
The works Christmas do is on Wednesday. I don't mind the people I work with but I'll be mostly there for the food. Aside from that, I'll be seeing the family around the big day. Nice and simple.
Its all about Boxing Day. Everything around it is just fluff.
Went out after work for a meal last night, enjoyed it and was quite in the spirit. Woke up this morning to discover some tramp in a balaclava stole the potted christmas tree off my drive, including the mains wired lights he ripped off the cord with it.
Fuck Christmas, full scrooge now.
On vacation stating today until next year. Unfortunately have to go to Florida for a week. Love the weather, but traveling with my daughters is a drag. Plus the TV is always on at my mother's house at a ridiculously loud level and it makes me go insane.
Not attempted a long haul flight with my daughter yet, holidays are generally not as much fun with small children so what's the point? On the loud TV point, every time I'm over at my grans, every TV is on watching some shit like Salvage Hunt or Tipping point. You can feel your brain evaporating every minute you're there.
We had our stuff vandalised/stolen last year, proper depressing stuff. Nothing this year so far.
The odd 'household' opposite me - a seemingly quite ill man plus a rotating cast of 5-6 other middle aged men who arrive and depart at all times of day and night - keeps its large, garish Christmas lights on in the garden 24/7 all year round. My current theory is that it's some kind of cover story for a cannabis factory (what else could explain sky high electricity bills?) but short of that it's a bit of a mystery.
How do you know what they're paying for electric?
I don't, but if you leave a huge lights set permanently on then I'm guessing it's a fair amount.
What an odd question
I didn't read it properly.
Met the big man yesterday:
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Is that elder abuse?
Nah. If you go out drinking in Liverpool you’ll likely bump into him. Checked my camera roll and I first met him in June 2018 and he looked like a walking corpse then. 6 years on, the sesh continues.
Oh and he had the costume with him.
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First christmas since my mum died in February, so is going to be proper shit. Trying to make it decent for the kids. We'll be going round to my dad's for the day, as will my sister and her lot. Boxing day at in-laws, away for the night of the 30th (birthday is 28th) sans kids, new years eve at brother in law's. His fiance is proper thick so a bit grating. Always massively overstay their welcome if they come here, so going to demonstrate leaving at an appropriate time for them.
I don't know why, but I was full expecting Baz to be posing with Purple Aki.
The point is to appease family. Would much rather just stay home and do nothing, but they always end up convincing me in the end. My older daughter still talks about the last time we were there and she got to swim and go on a boat, so there is that.
Somewhere the other bloke is posting the exact same thing.
He's only interested in absolute units. Maybe Ben has squatted him at some point.
Who is Purple Aki?
I'm already 1/3 for Xmas. Wife's family: Part I was last week, then travelling back to Belgium for Part II, then back again in January to complete the trilogy.
Work's Xmas was yesterday which I ended up picking the venue and again running the quiz. Non-English people fucking love pub quizzes. 5 days left of work for me until I'm off for a couple of weeks, inshallah
A notorious pervert in the north West that makes young men do squats and lunges for him.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purple_Aki
Can only imagine the sheer delight of the Dutch at a pub quiz.
'...and now, sport. Which cobbled classic...'
*table confers*
'I'm telling you, Jaap, it's Liege-Bastogne-Liege.'
....
'And the answer is... Paris-Roubaix.'
'Damn! Still, we're having a jolly good time together, aren't we, yes.'
Half day Christmas Eve, making pigs in blankets, mash and gravy for Christmas dinner, back in on the 28th, then off for all four weeks in Jan that I booked as Annual Leave cos why the fuck not.
First Steven Bartlett and now this, you really don't know your odd balls.
My brother-in-law hates just sitting in his parents house idly chatting or whatever, cos his mum and dad are the ultimate weirdos, so he usually produces something to distract from the strange behaviour and terrible food every Boxing Day. One of these things is a PowerPoint quiz. (He’s a bit like igor.) This year I’ve been invited to contribute a round. I’ve been told to make it Christmas-themed. Hit me with some quiz questions of varying degrees of normality and I’ll draft the best 10 into a SLIDE DECK on Tuesday.
They’re a family of bluenoses so any way to be anti-Everton (Boxing Day defeats?) will be appreciated.
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I can slowly feel man flu approaching after having the cold last week. Typically the missus had it at the weekend and is now fine in time for all the festive fun over the next week. Fucking woman.
I'm done and dusted and getting the pints in before I catch whatever every cunt in work has this week. Had a lad hand in the notice today which is a headache but probably a good thing too as he was useless.
This isn't the jobs thread.
He was like the boogeyman or something, felt urban myth like when growing up there. Then after a point we found out he was actually real and did squeeze muscles. There was even some gyms that we were told to avoid because he liked hanging out at them.
Went to Tesco last night to get some nice snacks and treats in for myself over Christmas. Got some KP Cheese Footballs and how have I never tried these before, they're fucking great. They're going to be gone in no time though. Also got some Toblerone truffles which are also delicious.
Isn't man flu a cold through?
Cold = blocked nose, choked up and sore head
Man flu = sore body, bit of a temp and also choked up. A council version of a full blown flu
Got 24 Mars Bars and 1kg of Haribo snakes coming tomorrow. May have gone a little overboard.
I had a filthy cold 48 hours before my brother's wedding. Made a potato, leek and chorizo chicken stock soup and it basically cured it straight away. Was like actual magic. The recipe is on BBC somewhere, I bloody hope it works again next time.
I've somehow landed myself 11 consecutive days off between now and January 2nd. I'm almost afraid to say it out loud (or type it here) in case it triggers the reveal of it being some elaborate ruse.
Christ day at the in-laws, which will be fine. Her Dad does a banging Christmas lunch and her Mum's never been a dick to me since the time I called her a cunt.
Then my Mum's on boxing day (which will be good) and my Dad's on 27th (which will be shit).
I've been off since the 16th and was supposed to be back on the 30th, but I think I'll take until the 2nd. This trip is no vacation.
Impossible to do at Xmas. For 3 weeks calories don't exist, so nothing can harm you.
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