Of December, Angels, Pirates, Dorothy and Mimmus

OH MIMMUS TREE OH MIMMUS TREE HOW WONDERFUL ARE YOUR PLASTICS.


AND LO' IT CAME FROM ABOVE


EYE EYE!


FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK... FORGET IT...


BREWERS NOSE? THAT'S BREEDER JUICE FOR YA!



SAY 'ARRRRRRRRRRRR' DEAR

Wings

Well here's part 2 of my catch up session. December, the month of giving and receiving what usually turns out to be a pile of stuff you have to wince at and comment on how 'different' it is.
There was the inevitable array of parties, soirees, social occasions and arsing about in fancy dress. Yes in true Wings stylee yours truly found every which way excuse to don ridiculous flammable clothing that caused itching, rashes and other dole-scum symptoms (see: heavy sweating).
One such event was Paul's family Christmas do in Mongey Congey Mitch club. We got aquainted with such characters as Pauls Grandpa, his partytastic mother and Steves usual comatose state after a gin too many. After picking up various feathers and watching Gloria's Dorothy make up escape across the floor (it was f**king roasting you see) it was time to fold Seaman Steve into a bus and ensure he didn't bring the chicken drumsticks up over Nellys straw arms. A usual night in all.
Christmas was a bit of a different pace for once. Finding myself off on a christmas eve for the first time in 6 years left me discovering what the other youth of today usually get up to on the festive occassion. Turns out it was the usual thing the youth of today do on any given night; drink, swear, fall over, snog and cry. Of course being the mild mannered upstanding member of society I am no such instance occured that night for me. But Madam more than made up my share as did Mr Davenport. So the universal balance was restored. Also discovered the new bar Blush in hanley this month where the dear Soph (see Red posts in 2005) is now a bar manager and Vanity Case appears on stage. The guy who owned Fluid has done up Flickers so it's actually kinda classy and plenty of spaces to quaff (oh yes it's a quaffing kinda place) free chambers. Or Asti. Thanks to Robs shennanigans we managed to convince Vanity that it was Madams 21st birthday one night. I think she was more insulted that anyone would find her 19 year old frame to look 21. Needless to say she sank her share of the bottle and has now ended up working there although what date of birth she gave is unknown...
Christmas day had all the usual joys of getting heart burn from Pop Tarts (Xmas day treat for 11 years running), making my annual visit to see my mental Gran (who accused me of making crackers and threatening to "cut that fringe straight"), eating my body weight in goose, ham, potatoes, bacon apricot rolls etc and passing ut on the settee at mum's watching naff telly. WINNER! Had some great stuff and possibly half the stock of the Hanley Lush store.
Being as I'd managed to wrangle most of christmas off I got to spend plenty of time with Bobby to celebrate our 2nd one together. Methinks that covers most of december. Except of course for the social event of the calendar year. But we're saving that for January...
Ride the Walrus!
Wings xXx

Of November, Jack, Who's Your Daddy and Singstar!

INTRODUCING JACK!
DEATH BECOMES HER AND HIM...


Wings
Well as promised we have a few slight overviews due for the last oh lets say few months. So I'm going to do a very quick recap of what I remember of November last year...
There's a new member in the Bobby and Ben household. November saw the entrance of Jack the Kakariki Parakeet. He's a lil cheeky and does like to mutter to himself but he's started to show his clever side by talking to telephones and carpet bombing us with Vodka Bottletops. Oh and he has a habit for swooping at Paul - titter.
Of course we had Guy Fawkes night with all that firework malarky so it was off to Auntie Glo's and Uncle Nellys for a display of Asda proportions. Yes there was a lovely spread as usual and not of the usual variety Gloria offers too; she was wearing trousers. No we thought it would be awfully good to get £15 worth of fireworks. Or should we say roman candles. Yes we revelled in the hilarity of writing swear works with sparklers for the neighbours and placing bets on whether the next rocket would either a) go off while Rob was lighting them or b) put next doors windows through. To say the fireworks had no idea where the sky sat is a lil understatement. After cremating the hyasynths we carried on getting jolly and seeing how much of the firework code we could remember - thrilling!
Many an evening was spent both at Chateau de Pansie (Paul and Steve) and Maison de Mimsey (Ours) for riotous acts of Singstar and listening to Steve claim his buzzer was rigged. Yes of course it was and strange how it always seems to be his no matter which he's on!
Me and Shelly also re-discovered the joys of Benny Benassi with our new question for all things work based "Who's you're Daddy?" (ceramoniously followed with the squeal "You're My Daddy!") as well as the usual bitching and bloke bothering.
I also had a chance to properly clear the air with Martini on a night at the Club (which are getting fewer and further between). After an hour long chin wag and catch up in the Tuns I think we both got to an understanding and managed to put a lot of rumours to rest. And then we got twatted until 5:30 am - huzzah! It's been a while since I managed such a feat but needless to say it was well worth it especially with Martini, Markivieve and Miss Burgerclit!
So in true Novemebr stylee, Ride the Walrus!

Wings xx

Of Waving Not Drowning

Wings
I have not died - I am very much breathing. 4 month update on it's way!