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