To add to the general Christmas shite that is unavoidable I have just been informed that the usual Christmas lunch at my Brother in laws place that is boring, inedible requires two vehicles to get there, has elderly people involved, moody teenagers and having to listen to directions from my Father in law to a place I have driven to many, many times before and is an all round pain in the fucking hoop has been cancelled due to the Brother in law being tired (possibly lost some of the details in translation, but I reckon he is skint). Everyone upset about the excuse given, personally I am quietly wandering around whistling Zippedy doo dah. The same thing for the best part of part of a decade coming back late evening on the 25th hungry, stressed and eating cheese on fucking toast before moodily stomping off to bed. Well not this year boys its gonna be Bond and meat sandwich left overs, pickled onions courtesy of the pickling thread, cold beer no driving you see and big screen TV not that tight cunts poxy 32 inch TV, that he insists on showing me how many channels he can receive on his satellite dish with a motor and multi fucking box thing. Every year, EVERY FUCKING YEAR! Whats the point of having all that without a decent telly to look at it you thick twat. Anyway, anyone else beginning to see their Christmas starting to look up.