Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Christmas #42

Let the carnage commence!

 Well, there goes another Christmas, pretty much as expected. I've pretty much got my Christmasses down to a tee these days, have settled into a little family formula that works for us, so let's run through it.

I don't like to spoil Christmas Day by being either hung over or tired since having the kids, the traditional Christmas Eve booze up has been knocked on the head. Back in the Nielsen days, this basically used to involve getting a lift into work on Christmas Eve, leaving work at 12, going on the piss around Oxford, getting the bus back to Bicester early evening (with crossed legs) and then continuing the festivities back in Bicester before ending up at someone's house, or maybe mine. I shudder to think about it now to be honest, waking up underneath a Christmas tree on the 25th amid a sea of Strongbow cans is an image best consigned to the archives forever.

But - no need to miss out! I generally have a bit of a booze up on the 23rd these days which was no exception as we headed to The Star for Duncan's regular Friday night slot. Once getting over the shock of seeing what he was wearing we settled into a pleasant night's singing and boozing, all duets for me, some of which went better than others.

Great to see pretty much the entire crowd there, and for once Claire was able to come out, and met Jo for the first time, they hit it off really well and are both joining me for New Year's Eve. Too many other names to mention, but had a great time on the last karaoke before Christmas. Next year the 23rd will be a Sunday so the honour of last night before Christmas will fall to me, so looking forward to that.

Christmas Eve and a chance to relax a bit before the big day, all the hard work done. Then Christmas morning, a mountain of presents, more than I think I've ever seen and on with cooking the roast. Things were somewhat hurried as Claire had to go to work at 2, however the dinner, a turkey breast crown with all the trimmings was fantastic (even if I do say so myself0 and it all went well - even Ollie behaved himself. Once Claire had gone to work I spent most of the rest of the day playing with the kids and opening and assembling various toys. Now as any parent will know, removing any toy from packaging these days is quite a task, not only is there the sellotape but all those horrible tags too! As I write, 2 days later there is still a fair few left to do!

When Claire got home we watched TV, ignoring the main channels, we watched a programme about Christmas Toys on BBC2 hosted by the quite brilliant Robert Webb, then by far the best Doctor Who Christmas Special yet (tape delayed) and then various nostalgia shows on BBC4 - the 1976 edition of TOTP followed by a quite hilarious programme about Christmas specials of the past, focusing on light entertainment, various sing-alongs with people such as Val Doonican. It was cringe-inducingly bad, and with a fair few Baileys sunk had me in hysterics.