Well, we're really letting loose tonight... David is parked in front of the TV, watching 300. Fortunately, the Christmas tree is in the way, so I can only see it - but my God what a bunch of overblown twaddle! I may need a sick bag. Robin is back in Birmingham with the padres - his 'enforced rest period', as he calls it (as his parents are some pretty serious thumpers... Fortunately, I'm sure, for him, it sounds like he already has his, um, 'social calendar' laid out for the next week. Our very own United Nations Representative of Love...
I'm sitting here, blessfully blocked from seeing blood and guts and pencilled in abs+, though I can still here a lot of shouting, bad dialogue and silly music. Hell - it could be a January sale I'm listening to for all I know. And I'm eating a really yummy toffee cookie I just bought at Sainsbury's. It's a damn good thing I run and cycle, or I'd weigh about 800lbs - especially around Christmas!
So, we had our big, monster blizzard last night, with at least 1 inch of snow. I guess the suburbs got more, but the way they reported it, you'd think that the British Empire was about to crumble under the weight of the fluffy menace. Oh wait... I took the train today, not trusting the councils to do more than a half-assed salting of the major roads. Thomas (boss) cycled in, and wiped out just before he got to work. I parked my butt on the (delayed) train. David and I did have the dubious pleasure of watching a drunk domestic play out on the train this evening - that's always fun, watching people be very English and pretend like there aren't two people shouting at each other.
So, yeah - par-tay! I suppose we'll have a good NYE party (if we don't have to put to bed at least one useless person it just won't have been worth it... ;-)