I need an excuse for why we can’t put the Christmas tree up today.
Month: <span>November 2003</span>
TONIGHT: UK Webloggers Xmas Party.
Hope everyone has fun, I’ll expect pictures, stories and gossip by Monday at the latest…
Various snippets from the pub(s) last night, which one isn’t true:
“Why do people blog?”
“I’m serious, it’s a lesbian beauty contest”
“What do you think I’d get for a £10.” – “Probably a slap…”
“Man! they fucked this place up” – “Yeah, and the smell of vomit isn’t helping”
“Ohh the one that comes in the poofy glass”
“No thanks, I’ll just have a lemonade”
And then home to knickers, dildos, and whips everywhere…
No not really everywhere.
Just in the bedroom…
I’ll close out the week with a wonderfully written piece that will bring a lump to your throat and leave you feeling all loved up (unless of course you’ve had that emotion surgically removed, hey you are talking to a guy that gets tear-eyed watching Lassie…)
Have a good weekend everyone (and if enough of you visit I might even break the 3000 mark for this month!!)
I’ve been thrown out of my own home tonight. Usurped by a group of woman paying homage to the all powerful creator of “The Rabbit®”. Yes, Louise is hosting an Ann Summers party tonight. A room full of women, a table full of nibbles (low fat of course) and cupboard full of booze, not to mention the skimpy underwear, vibrators, bondage kits, and other ‘novelty’ items (penis shaped candles and the like).
What really annoys me (because unsurprisingly I’m not bothered about being ‘forced’ out to the pub) is the general attitude you get when you mention “Ann Summers”. Instantly, responsible adults either blush, humm and haww then change the subject, or go the other way and nudge-nudge,. wink-wink… what’s she buying for you then?
I mean we all have sex (or would like to) yes? It’s like eating, sleeping, pissing, we all do it, we just don’t talk about it because it’s.. *snicker* n a u g h t y. Good grief, when is this country going to grow up?
I’m pretty sure I can do this, as tomorrow will mainly involve sleeping in, then picking up our youngest niece and nephew, and ..er.. (Lyle, look away now) … putting up our Christmas Tree and decorations.
And before anyone says anything, I live with a woman whose whole being is focussed on Christmas, she loves the giving of presents, visiting people, and mostly the lights, tinsel and colours etcetera etcetera. We are out on Sunday for most of the day, and she doesn’t like putting it up during the week as she doesn’t like to rush such an important ‘occasion’. So it’s either tomorrow or the 8th December. I suggested the 8th was fine, the withering glare convinced me I was wrong.
Right, you can start the slagging in the comments.