To take up more space, to take more chances, make more mistakes, more friends, more noise. Take trips, say yes, create more. Write more and be more present.
I’m tired of all the new me bullshit. While it’s nice to take stock of a year and look upon a fresh new one with a sliver of excitement, why must we always have to change? Who I am is just fine thanks, I’ll not be adjusting at all.
Apart from trying to save instead of spend, I’ll be:
Eating whatever the fuck I like
Going on at least two European breaks
Visiting London at least once
Writing regularly and maybe even outlining a plan to write something ‘real’
Recording a lot of new episodes for the podcast
Watching all the films
Reading all the books
Being vocal about anything and everything than means something to me
Absolutely every meal you eat between Christmas Eve and New Year’s Day should be picky. Small piles of cheese, pickles, piccalilli, cold cuts, crackers. Every pudding should come with cream and brandy butter.
Accept no substitutes.
Being at Home with the Gerbils
One of the worst things that could happen happened this year – and, while I would give anything to take it back if I could, a silver lining came to us in the form of gerbils.
I didn’t exactly grow up with small rodent pets and it took us a little while to get used to the skittish little bastards but we’ve really grown to love our sons. Sadly, we lost Rasputin in September which sucked balls – but then we adopted two babies, Wednesday and Shadow – and old boy Lenny has had a new lease of life. They’re the best and Lenny is the greatest single dad I’ve ever seen in action.
And being home with them over Christmas has been the best too. They queue up for their snacks, they’re cute little nibblers – and I can’t imagine life without them now.
(Gerbil pictures above not ours).
I’m a fan of baths at any time but afternoon baths are the most decadent. Always with a book and always with a cup of tea.
Like Spaced, ever since I found and fell in love with The League of Gentlemen, I’ve felt as though it was made just for me – or just for me and Glynn. I suppose all fans feel that way about the things they obsess over.
So TLOG returned this month with three 20th Anniversary episodes and it was great. Not perfect – personally I’m peeved about not getting more Pauline – but very near to it. As with all of the series’, there are parts I can’t bring myself to watch. But the grotesque is why we’re all here, let’s not pretend and I’ve missed it.
An ode of course to the best part of Christmas: the Boxing Day leftovers.
There is nothing but nothing like the turkey sandwich you make the day after Jesus’ birthday (fake birthday). The thinly sliced turkey, the layer of stuffing, the cheeky pigs-in-blankets, if there happen to be any left. The gravy and the butter. Sometimes mayo depending on the mood. A light sprinkling of Himalayan pink salt to season and BOOM – you’ve got yourself the tastiest sandwich OF THE YEAR right there.
Yes it’s only a turkey sandwich and maybe there are better ones but not to me. This is what Christmas is about.
Man, Netflix have really knocked it out of the ballpark this Christmas with their Festive straight-to-TV specials. A Christmas Prince has already had a mention but I’ve also recently enjoyed Christmas Inheritance, a tale about a spoilt party girl who visits small town Snow Falls to learn a lesson from the people who live there. Obviously.
There’s also A Christmas Detour, A Wish for Christmas, Once Upon a Holiday, Angels of Christmas and a lot more for me to devour before the month it out.
THE Christmas morning (and all mornings of the Christmas break) drink of choice.
Nursing a Hangover When Your Mum’s Around
Unfortunately, what follows a healthy round of Buck’s Fizz is a steaming hangover.
Luckily, having Mum around for Christmas means I get extra sympathy in between puking sessions and someone to pat me on the head while I lament all the mistakes of my life. Funny how we regress when we’re back with our parents or am I the only one?
New Christmas Pyjamas
It’s simply not Christmas until the new PJs are on. A new set of fresh socks don’t hurt either.
Being cosy is absolutely my priority this time of year and it’s a good job too because I’m not going to have any money for at least the next three months – so I’ll be hibernating with my new books, thankyouverymuch.