Excellent. At 16, the excitement of Santa and snow doesn't really work (unless you're Ellie, in which case I'm sorry) and it takes a bit of alcohol to actually get into the mood. Or maybe it's just me and my Grumpy Lumpyness. To be fair I spent most of the morning reading Dara O'Briain's new book about the English, from an Irish point of view. It's really funny. Also, Santa Amy brought me Katherine Jenkin's Ultimate Collection, which is rather good for a Welshie. Bryan Adams' Everything I Do in Italian, opera style...sounds like it'd be crap but actually she's amazing.
I've also been given two massive canvas prints of art Volkswagen camper vans. Excellent - now, where am I going to put them...methinks Pop-Art-Elvis is going to be evicted from the stairs.
Anyway, Top of the Pops is a tradition in our house, more so than the Queen's Speech. I think that Liam's team were in charge of snow - they did go a little over the top and use it for literally every bloody act. And Muse were out of place. Mother decided to slag of Florence & The Machine, almost certainly because she's old and grumpy.
Now we know where I get it from.
Boxing Day looks to be slightly sunnier. We're eating duck, early, because Dad's going to work early. Early for us on a Saturday, anyhow...
Righty-ho, enjoy Boxing Day, all x
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