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It’s Christmas Eve. It’s 8.10am. I’m drinking strawberry milk, eating cherry cake and watching The Muppets Take Manhattan.

The only thing that the previous items have in common is, somewhat obviously, me, so why am I mentioning them?

Well, I can’t really control the fact that it’s Christmas Eve but as it’s the festive period I was catching up with my best friends last night. We had a good night of beer, cocktails, curry and the usual laughter and pisstaking. I was a little tipsy but then I did have 3 pints of Staropramen, 1 Peartini, 3 Brandy Alexanders, 1 large glass of a rather nice Malbec, 1 pint Loo Toofan, a bottle of Budvar, and a vodka and fresh orange.

You know, when you write it down… sheesh.

Ohhh no Kermit just got knocked down!!

Actually, I’m not that sure where this blog post is going. In fact, I think I’m going to go back to bed.

So, whilst I remember, and in case I don’t see you, have a Merry Christmas everyone. This blog is nothing without you, dearest reader. Thanks for returning, reading and commenting.

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The calm before the storm? It’s Christmas Eve and we’re in that funny period between the build-up and the day itself. Quiet anticipation.

Friday night, Xmas lunch at work, wine, beer, dancing… top night! Mind you it always ends the same way… kinda flat. Still managed to get some exclusive gossip, but won’t be able to get more info until I get back to work…

Still trying to remember why I have a bite mark on my leg…