A slightly later start this year. But with the same traditional Christmas breakfast: a bacon sarnie and fino sherry. It's a match made in heaven.
I hope at least one of you bastards is going to make the effort this year and drink along. Sometimes I wonder why I do this.
The kids are still asleep, obviously. Just as well as they've no beer left. They've managed to finish off two crates of Heineken since Saturday. Pissheads. I honestly don't know where they get it from. I tell a lie. Alexei has just awoken and said to Dolores: "Mmm, I can smell bacon." Frying bacon is always a good way to get him up.
Now I just need to consult Jamie to see how lon g I need to roast the duck.
Revitalisation or revisionism? - *There is only one lie, there is only one truth* *There is the lie of revisionism and opportunism* *Of all hues* *The lie of kegism and reaction* *And there ...
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