We played hosts at the weekend. Well, I say hosts. Apart from a short stroll to the Playhouse Theatre to enjoy the lavatorial humour of Jenny Eclair, the only hosting we did was to pop the celebratory corks. Our house guests, my old mucky mucker, Ian, and his young Celtic tiger, Matt, were grabbing a few days away from the Smoke and the Christmas scrum. Matt’s generosity at the bar meant that I can’t remember much of Ms Eclair’s high-velocity act though I can confirm it was deliciously funny, full-on, filthy and packed with an abundance of menopausal references to female plumbing. An arctic snap swept across the flatlands and the big skies dribbled with sleet so we decided to cancel the city tour. Instead, we settled down to a warm summit of plonk and gossip with a boozy interval of Strictly Come Dancing on Auntie. Our guests steadfastly refused to let us put our hands in our pockets which was naughty and typically stubborn but gratefully received by these poor old provincial poofs. We sent them packing with a couple of Tesco’s bags (to transport their livers in).
Sounds like a lovely, pleasantly pickled visit! 🙂 Keep warm, won’t you…
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We’re toasty!
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A fabulous time was had by all, livers be damned. Heading to learn about the Eclair maiden in 3, 2, 1….
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A funny fair maiden indeed…
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Sounds great, wish I was there, good luck with all the Christmas outings I used to hate it but now sort of miss it, I have to be reminded that’s its Christmas here so I get the tree up in time. I don’t miss the weather though…. cosy inside but a nightmare outside so give me sunnier Christmas’s every time.
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We’re really looking forward to a tree this year. We didn’t bother when we were in Turkey as we always came back to London for Christmas.
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. . liver? Is that that hard thing just below the rib-cage?
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No that’s my heart 😉
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Glad to here you are enjoying yourselves and have cut down on the alcohol!!!
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🙂
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