Liam and I had intended to enjoy an intimate Christmas dinner for two with all the trimmings. But, at the very last minute, we binned boring old traditions and invited a few of our closest friends to the table to drink us under it. But who were they?
To our right sat multi-Michelin starred potty-mouthed celebrity chef, Gordon Ramsey – lusty and dry, with a hint of ripe language. On our left flowed the nation’s favourite talk show host Graham Norton, whose witty white got our tongues wagging. Next to Graham at our festive table sat the multi-gonged crooner Gary Barlow, whose let it shine rosé hit the right note. Finally, the undisputed superstar of the show was every gay boy’s pet pop princess, Kylie Minogue, with her pretty-in-pink plonk that we just couldn’t get out of our head. By bottoms up, we were swaying to Kylie’s very first Christmas number 1 – XMAS.
Our debut celebrity Come Dine With Me show was top of the plonks. But, blimey, this lot know how to put it away. I guess that’s the pressure of fame. Cheers!
Perking the Pansies 
i’ve stopped doing any kind of Christmas in My Home. I live alone, so I really don’t want to bother. For several years but I was more more mobile, I would do the whole Christmas dinner and put it out for friends. During Covid they brought their own plates and took whatever they wanted home with them.
Post Covid, it turned into more of a potluck. But a few years back, I realized I just didn’t want to do all that work anymore and I stopped.
I’ve gone out for Christmas dinner, I’ve purchased a meal at a store, and I’ve gone to friends’ houses. Anything is fine, but I’m done cooking!
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I’m a firm believer in the notion that Christmas should be whatever you want to be. So well done doing your own thing 😄
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