12/17/09

The Dreaded Christmas Party

As I write this I feel as if today has been one of the biggest achievements in my life as I have just made it to the end of the day. Every excuse in the world went through my head this morning trying to conjure up fantasies of why I shouldn’t go to work, but I did it, I went in, and actually worked! The day after the Christmas party…


The part of my day that wasn’t filled with the pure desperation for my bed was spent laughing myself to tears re living the antics of the evening. Ollys brilliantly purchased gangster necklace with a leopard head on it, and the fact that the people on the table next to us were convinced he was our pimp! I got given a sewing kit as representation of my passion to sew (not that I have for a VERY long time.) After lunch and cabaret shenanigans we headed back to Soho to commandeer Bar Soho with our sheer mass of number. Managed to get a go on Michals new specs which made me feel like Twitch from So You Think You Can Dance which pleased me muchly.




All in all not that dreaded this year. I managed to make my exit before making a complete arse of myself, well at least making it clear to everyone that Michal's teaching cane was by far the best gift ever and everyone should have one in the bedroom. But I am sure my work colleagues have heard worse from my drunken lips. At an end to the year, at least now I have two weeks clear of not even thinking or imagining about work. So Christmas tunes on, bags to be packed, fingers crossed flight takes off and some unbareable mothering heading in my direction, I fucking love Christmas.


12/14/09

My very festive Friends Christmas




So another year, another Friends Christmas, an even bigger one than usual. 12 of us piled in the pub for an attempt as Christmas dinner, although the Bernards Matthew Turkey Roll that was served up was somewhat over shadowed by the massive steak option that ended up looking way more appealing however unfestive.


Then over to Jo's house where we ate an emmense amount of cheese and cake. We kept the child like spirit alive with Lo dressing up as Santa and handing us out our presents one by one. The cake below is one I iced myself and am somewhat impressed with ones self!

I recieved a cardigan from Fiona the Loaner, one which I was going to buy for myself but hadnt yet, so i completely lucked out on that one.


The very lucky Boy Sam recieved a very awesome personalised gift from me. I'm not sure how much use he is going to get out of a hat, key ring, pen and mouse mat with his face on, but he seemed to be pleased anyway. Not as pleased as when we presented them with their deserters plaque. The two Sam's are fucking back off to Lincolnshire to live a life of solitude as they just couldnt hack the big smoke, the losers.

After trying to create some Polish Mad Dogs and hinking it was a good idea to drink shots of port everyone decided they wanted o go dancing, so i went to sleep. I also slept most of the next day when me a Jo spend a solid 4 hours watching Sweet 16 and falling asleep - a fitting end to a christmas story one thinks!

12/13/09

And so it begins...

I have finally been sucked into the absorbing world of blogging. Here are some photos whilst i muster up some quirky anecdotes about my extremely festive weekend!