What will happen this year? The Kir Royale was hilarious - your poor mum! And toffee vodka for a cold? (Not going to judge, currently nursing a cold with some whisky! 🥃)
I don’t think there’s anyone in real life who haven’t ruined Christmas in some way, due to too many festive ‘spirits’
I don’t think The muse should be so hard on herself.
Many, many moons ago, before we were married, it was my husband’s family tradition that everyone went to watch the football on Boxing Day. For our sins, both my family, and his, are big West Ham supporters (I know). To be honest, I only follow football because I really have no other choice.
This particular year, we had been to a party on Christmas night at a friends house. We were young and bulletproof back then, and could survive on little to no sleep. In true fashion I got carried away at the party and gave myself my number 1 hangover of all time. You know, the type you measure every other hangover by.
Upton Park was the last place I wanted or needed to be the next day, it was cold and I was sick.
I’m not the biggest of people, and I got lost in the crowd out of the station and found myself in a panic, right next to a policeman sitting atop of a fucking huge horse, which then sneezed on me.
I made my way, disgusted, to the stadium where the family were waiting for me, full of shame and horse snot. I fell asleep that day, in the stands. They dressed me up in everything they could find. Thankfully this was before the days of camera phones, so this only exists in memory.
That story is retold EVERY year. You’d think they’d have tired of it by now, but no.
What will happen this year? The Kir Royale was hilarious - your poor mum! And toffee vodka for a cold? (Not going to judge, currently nursing a cold with some whisky! 🥃)
I think this year will be rather sedate in comparison. Might be my turn...!
This made me laugh.
I don’t think there’s anyone in real life who haven’t ruined Christmas in some way, due to too many festive ‘spirits’
I don’t think The muse should be so hard on herself.
Many, many moons ago, before we were married, it was my husband’s family tradition that everyone went to watch the football on Boxing Day. For our sins, both my family, and his, are big West Ham supporters (I know). To be honest, I only follow football because I really have no other choice.
This particular year, we had been to a party on Christmas night at a friends house. We were young and bulletproof back then, and could survive on little to no sleep. In true fashion I got carried away at the party and gave myself my number 1 hangover of all time. You know, the type you measure every other hangover by.
Upton Park was the last place I wanted or needed to be the next day, it was cold and I was sick.
I’m not the biggest of people, and I got lost in the crowd out of the station and found myself in a panic, right next to a policeman sitting atop of a fucking huge horse, which then sneezed on me.
I made my way, disgusted, to the stadium where the family were waiting for me, full of shame and horse snot. I fell asleep that day, in the stands. They dressed me up in everything they could find. Thankfully this was before the days of camera phones, so this only exists in memory.
That story is retold EVERY year. You’d think they’d have tired of it by now, but no.
Haha, that's superb! I would not tire of retelling it either. What was the score?
No idea. I was probably sucking my thumb when the final whistle came
Hahah cracked me up Lewis. So funny. I want some toffee vodka! Never heard of it.
Young, dumb and full of...what?! 😝
Your dear old man's Taylor Swift demo is brilliant, my kind of humour.
Great stuff here, that shiner excepted, take it easy this year and have yourself a merry Christmas 🎄🎁🍺🍾🥃🍸
He veers from the ridiculous to the sublime whenever we play that game. When he busted out that Taylor Swift bit the whole room was thunderstruck.