I changed my name to some Christmassy bullshit
that didn't really work. Then I could never really remember it and got pissed off. So alas, my name is actually taken from a lead character from a book written by a legendary local man, Neil Gunn. No relation to me despite the name.

Christmas was fantastic - 3 christmas dinners (one beef, one goose, one turkey) not on the same night of course, and I've broken all the rules in my book by drinking a shitload. No chemicals though which is good. I also didn't make a complete cunt of myself and met up with loads of mates who now live elsewhere.

Was Santa good to you?
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Wed 30 Dec 2009, 11:05, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

He was a fucking cunt.
That's not actually true. My sister took a photo of my daughter and had it put onto wood-mounted canvas which is very, very nice indeed. I had a beef Xmas dinner on the actual day, round my sister's, then a regular Turkey number on Boxing Day.

All in all it was pretty darn good thanks.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 30 Dec 2009, 11:18, Reply)

Sounds smashing
have a good new year, don't abuse too much substances!
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Wed 30 Dec 2009, 11:36, Reply)

At the moment I think I'll be babysitting
so I shall be spending my time with The Gruffalo, rather wrestling my demons...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 30 Dec 2009, 11:54, Reply)