ruining family xmas since the 70`s
Xmas 1979, I was just 10 months old. seemingly i was in my high-chair being fed a wee bit of mashed up xmas dinner when I leaned forwards and shoved my hand into the pot of gravy. Dinner was cut short for the trip to hospital.

xmas 1980, wobbling around the room, reached out to steady myself and pulled the table-cloth off the table and smashed lots of glasses and plates over my head. Another xmas in casualty.

xmas 1985 i think, Siting down to the main meal, I ate something i didnt like. My dislike was so strong, i immediately vommed massively all over my plate and the surrounding table. Everyone else lost their appetite pretty quickly.

xmas 1986. didnt get what I wanted as a present and spent the rest of the day and the next few days alternating between weeping uncontrollably and being in a seriously foul temper.

xmas 1990, I got a ghetto-blaster, which I unwrapped and immediatly dropped (accidentally) and smashed it to bits. More tears and huffing.

I hate christmas. I also hate kids and plan on never having any so at least I wont have to go through all that shite again.
(dave likes cheese, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 17:47, Reply)