The Boy Who Likes To…

Christmas? Bah humbug

I’m starting to hate Christmas. I think the nights out are giving it a bad name.

The boy who likes to party, in moderation.

I like Christmas I really do. If I could spend the entire Christmas period eating turkey butties, drinking beer sat in front of a roaring fire and playing some Wii with the missus. That Christmas would be great.
But instead there is parties. Lots and lots of parties. And I don’t want to crash the Christmas festivity plane, but there are too many parties.
First there is work, one for all. Then there is work, but only for my team.
Then there is friends. A night out on Christmas Eve. A different night out with those that can’t make. A night out with old friends. And a night out with new friends.
Despite taking in to account all the Christmas presents buying and New Year party alot of money is spent on Christmas nights out, only because its Christmas. And all these meals/parties/drinks happen within a two week period.
I mean if someone asks if I fancy a drink? Sure
A meal? Sure
A party? Why yes. I might as well.
But all of these and more within a very very short time period? Ouch my poor wallet.

Anyway, we have are works team meal thing tonight. Fingers crossed someone, anyone, makes an early exit as then I can use there exit for myself.

Well I was able to pick up some nice lingerie for the missus. Not only did I find something that ticked all the boxes that I liked, but also what the missus would wear more then just the once, but it was also gift wrapped for me. Excellent! Less work for me.

Quick question before I go.
If someone where to almost sneeze, like when they are going to sneeze but stop themselves but still make a “ghn” sound. Would you use manners and still say “bless you,” (or one of the many others)?
Would you use just half of an expression?

If someone were to make some throaty noise, scrunch up their face and become all tense, is it correct to say;

“Bless”?

A pre Christmas Christmas weekend and lost bags.

So I got to have a pre-Christmas, opening presents, eating big dinners* but it wasn’t all smiles.

The boy who likes Christmas.

With me getting to spend Christmas with my beautiful missus round her neck of the woods, this weekend we spent some time with my mum and family. I was all pack, I had my presents for everyone, I was most looking forward to watching my neice open up her Button Moon DVD. I took along a Wii controller for when I went to see an old friend as he had told me he had a Wii also. So with presents, toys and clothes packed I set off “back home” straight after work. This did mean though that I missed the work Christmas do. Nevermind.
So I jumped on part one of the two part train journey “back home.” As I was getting to the connecting city I was unsure which of the two stops in this city I was suppose to get off? So after thinking for about 5 minutes while the train pulled up to the first station I recognised it and jumped off. A few minutes later the second and last train home approached, I jumped on and let my mums husband know I was doing ok for time. Thats when it hit me. I was all of a sudden filled with dread. After spending so much time debating which train to get and jumping off I had completely forgotten to pick up my bag. The one with all the presents and toys in. This was not good at all. I made a few phone calls to stations but nothing. No bag had been turned in. I was told to leave it 7 days before giving up hope. This is day 1. Fingers crossed.
So with no clothes, washing up stuff and most important no presents we made a quick dash to the local supermarket to get some weekend gear.

Apart from that one down side to the weekend the rest of it picked up on Saturday. Some additional Christmas shopping followed by pub dinner round my old local. Got to catch up with some old friends and get the latest gossip. Few people are engaged, some a pregnant, new jobs, etc..
A night out on Saturday night. Nothing too late, but its good to catch up with missed friends. Especially the ones that make promises to “come visit the new place.”
As well as getting some standard Christmas presents, ie shower gel, body spray there was a lack of underwear this year??? Weird.
Everyone was ok with not getting presents. They just hoped I got my bag back. although my mum was giving me a bit of a hard time about not getting her UB40 album.

But thanks to the good nature and the great imagination of the missus we were able to come up with a present for my neice. I may still even buy her another copy of Button Moon as she danced so well when she first heard about it.

Fingers crossed that I don’t forget my bag this weekend. Not only will it have another Wii controller in it, but a complete Wii. More important it will have the missus presents in. I’m guessing she might not be as forgiving as my mum.

*I’m from the North, to me a dinner is the same as lunch. And your dinner is my tea. Got it?

My view on this copycat Ripper

The Times has an artice, which goes on about how the police have some clues, how the police have taken evidence and statements and how a hundred special detectives are going to help out with this.

Amongst the article are two things that got my attention.

First, the times reports that
“The killer, or killers, seem to have a good grasp of forensic science — dumping two of the victims in water, which can destroy DNA evidence, and stripping them of their clothes; ”
Now this to me doesn’t sound like the “special” detectives are doing a good job. Dumping less then half of the bodies in water doesnt show a good grasp of forensic science. It just shows that the guy was trying to get rid of some bodies.
Good knowledge would  show him dumping all bodies in the water, at least.

Next is;
“A claim from a prostitute that the killer could be a “chubby man” driving a blue BMW. A friend of the third victim to be found, Anneli Alderton, told officers that she saw the man driving away with Ms Alderton beside him. ”
When I read this, I counldn’t help but imagine the scene when the catch the killer and are driving him to the the station. In the front of the car the two cops start singing this great song by Bowie/Gervias.

Now, everyone

“Little fat man who sold his soul, little fat man who sold his dream, chubby little loser…Chubby little loser. National joke…Pathetic little fat man, no one’s bloody laughing, the clown that no one laughs at, they all just wish he’d die.
He’s so depressed at being useless, the fatman takes his own life.He’s so depressed at being hated, fatty takes his own life.”

Playing with toys earlier.

If you already have Christmas toys hidden away and you play with them before Christmas, does Santa still know and can they be taken from you?

The boy who likes to receive gifts. Yessssssssssssss

 A few years ago, long enough ago that I was still living with my mum, I got a Nintendo 64 for Christmas.
I knew my mum had bought it a few weeks earlier and so I had bought some memory cards and other stuff for it.
But I did something naughty. When my mum was at work I’d come home from school on my dinner hour (I lived around the corner from my school) or after work, get out the N64 and play on James Bond.
By time Christmas had come I had already completed half of the game on easy setting. Although I don’t think my mum would of noticed.

Now this year, although I can’t sneak in to my mum’s house to see what (if any) presents I have, the presents I have bought for other people I really want to play with. I opened up my neice’s DVD and watched some of Button Moon. And the missus has some toys that I really want to play with before wrapping them?
If I were to play on them would Santa know? He didn’t take away my N64 many years ago, but who is to say he will be lenient again?

In other news it seems that I won’t be going to Edinburgh for pre Christmas work.
This means now that I can;
a) Not worry about missing my train to London for Christmas
b) Play more on my Wii
c) Go to the departments Christmas meal and afterwards drinks. 😛 Nice