Yup, I did it once (when I was single, natch)
Spent the day cleaning the house and had fish and chips for dinner.

Spent the weeks leading up to it with a shit-eating grin as I watched all the lemmings frantically scuttling about trying to find that perfect gift for great aunt mabel and sweating because they couldn't find a Tracey Island (or whatever it was that year) for love nor money. Fucking plankton-brained sheeple.

I recommend that everyone doesn't do christmas at least once in their life. It's amazingly, refreshingly liberating.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 17 Nov 2011, 10:12, 1 reply)

I missed a Christmas once. It was fcuking awful.
Mind you it was due to my 17 year old self getting completely wankered on Stella the night before and was in no state to partake in any merriments until about 9pm on Christmas day.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 17 Nov 2011, 10:18, closed)

That's how I feel right now.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 17 Nov 2011, 10:25, closed)

The Christmas hangover seems to start earlier every year, doesn't it?

( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Thu 17 Nov 2011, 10:53, closed)

Mine started on Boxing day last year.

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 17 Nov 2011, 11:15, closed)