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Mrs Creosote's Christmas review
Dec. 29th, 2008 01:09 pmI am grown sleek and cushioned, from too much chocolate, red meat, red wine, brandy & Benedictine, and a hailstorm of Pringles.
Best meal: my brother-in-law's Boxing Day goose dinner with roast potatoes goose apple stuffing forcemeat stuffing goose carrots sprouts peas goose honey roast parsnips goose Armagnac prunes and mini pigs in blankets (bacon-wrapped sausages); oh and a spare roast chicken for the goose-deniers. All washed down with Shiraz Cabernet, while he played us one of his bootleg Leonard Cohen CDs.
^^ And I do mean washed. *holds head*
Best present, me: anodised silver bracelet from B.
Best present, P: tabletop easel, sketchbooks and watercolours
Best present, B: (well, I don't know this exactly, but...) Tickets to see Tim Minchin
Best present, little E: A tie between her 'Make Me Better Mummy' baby doll (Muchausen's Dolly By Proxy), her pastel crayons, and her netbook. Er, yes. I bought her an Advent netbook in order to even up the considerable electronic gadgetry imbalance between her and her brother, and it's turned out to be an excellent thing. I also bought her a dull grey external DVD device, so she can play Scissor Sisters and Mamma Mia in her bedroom.
Worst present, me: a litre bottle of Bailey's Irish cream, from my mother-in-law. I drink about a glass of this stuff a year.
Best telly: Wallace and Gromit (hearts Gromit). I thought Dr Who was OK but slightly pointless. I missed Donna, too. At least no Titanics fell out of the sky.
Most eyewatering telly: The Royle Family, which I alternately love (ahahaha, the turkey defrosting in Davy's bath, while he has a shave) and hate with a shivery hatred (oh God, the cup-a-soup!!). Basically, it's all slightly too close to the home life of my Uncle Dougie, my schizophrenic auntie, my anorexic cousin, my bulimic other cousin, and my excessively religious third cousin. Although, I don't think their sofa was 'flame-retarded'.
I think this programme is what some of my f-list call 'excessively triggering.'
Came back last night to happy gerbils and bloody freezing house. The boiler is on the blink. Tomorrow is P.'s birthday and I have unaccountably invited 10 adults and 14 children for dinner. OH GOD.
I was too late to watch 'The 39 Steps' on the BBC, being unaccountably fond of the John Buchan novel; and then I read a review in today's Grauniad that says that in this version he has a feisty Suffragette love interest and I'm all like WHAT??!! Did he actually have a love interest in the original version (not Hitchcock? ) Does my memory completely deceive me? Oh for the love of all that's holy. I don't want him to have bloody love interests, I just want him to be entirely of his time, randomly chased by mysterious people right across the British Isles. It's not too much to ask.
Best meal: my brother-in-law's Boxing Day goose dinner with roast potatoes goose apple stuffing forcemeat stuffing goose carrots sprouts peas goose honey roast parsnips goose Armagnac prunes and mini pigs in blankets (bacon-wrapped sausages); oh and a spare roast chicken for the goose-deniers. All washed down with Shiraz Cabernet, while he played us one of his bootleg Leonard Cohen CDs.
^^ And I do mean washed. *holds head*
Best present, me: anodised silver bracelet from B.
Best present, P: tabletop easel, sketchbooks and watercolours
Best present, B: (well, I don't know this exactly, but...) Tickets to see Tim Minchin
Best present, little E: A tie between her 'Make Me Better Mummy' baby doll (Muchausen's Dolly By Proxy), her pastel crayons, and her netbook. Er, yes. I bought her an Advent netbook in order to even up the considerable electronic gadgetry imbalance between her and her brother, and it's turned out to be an excellent thing. I also bought her a dull grey external DVD device, so she can play Scissor Sisters and Mamma Mia in her bedroom.
Worst present, me: a litre bottle of Bailey's Irish cream, from my mother-in-law. I drink about a glass of this stuff a year.
Best telly: Wallace and Gromit (hearts Gromit). I thought Dr Who was OK but slightly pointless. I missed Donna, too. At least no Titanics fell out of the sky.
Most eyewatering telly: The Royle Family, which I alternately love (ahahaha, the turkey defrosting in Davy's bath, while he has a shave) and hate with a shivery hatred (oh God, the cup-a-soup!!). Basically, it's all slightly too close to the home life of my Uncle Dougie, my schizophrenic auntie, my anorexic cousin, my bulimic other cousin, and my excessively religious third cousin. Although, I don't think their sofa was 'flame-retarded'.
I think this programme is what some of my f-list call 'excessively triggering.'
Came back last night to happy gerbils and bloody freezing house. The boiler is on the blink. Tomorrow is P.'s birthday and I have unaccountably invited 10 adults and 14 children for dinner. OH GOD.
I was too late to watch 'The 39 Steps' on the BBC, being unaccountably fond of the John Buchan novel; and then I read a review in today's Grauniad that says that in this version he has a feisty Suffragette love interest and I'm all like WHAT??!! Did he actually have a love interest in the original version (not Hitchcock? ) Does my memory completely deceive me? Oh for the love of all that's holy. I don't want him to have bloody love interests, I just want him to be entirely of his time, randomly chased by mysterious people right across the British Isles. It's not too much to ask.
