Literally a christmas special
Things I learnt about a London Christmas.
Presents should be bought with the thought in mind, how will i/they go with that on the tube, although a dude with a life size lion gave it a good go.
There seems to be only one meal, it’s not lunch or dinner, its just a Christmas meal.
TV is very important, and English channels actually put on things that people may want to watch. Wallace & Grommitt have their world premiere of their new film, Eastenders have a two part “special”, The Royle family showed us how to make blue Vodka, there was a dancing with the fucktards thing on, without ramps, and noddy from slade hosted a show about the worlds best Christmas songs.
No snow.
It was cold, but it wasn’t freezin your nuts off cold.
You can watch the first session of the boxing day test completely pissed.
There is no backyard cricket.
Even on Christmas eve no one smiles on the tube.
Christmas carol shows in England blow, but not the way Australian ones do, in England they have boring choirs in robes singing lyrics that are impossible to understand, in Australia we have TV stars singing jingle bells and shit.
That is all.
And i got hankies.
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I made pretty much that exact same blue drink from the Royle family for my election night party a couple of years ago. We needed a blue drink for the themed party-political cocktails, but I couldn’t find any curacao on the day so had to go for blue WKD, with vodka and lemonade. The drink was called “Are you drinking what we’re drinking”.
What no 5 pack of jocks from M&S???!!!
Mims, glad i wasn’t there.
Sas, i thought the hankies were an interesting twist.
oh I’m sure you would have loved sampling the red Labour tomato juice cocktail (“Prestcott’s Packing Punch”), the orange lib dem one which I can’t remember the name of, and the pink UKIP one (gin and rose cordial, called “Fuck Off Foreigners”).