Rich Teas And Loadsa Booze

"Twas Christmas Eve babe......" And it totally twas, but now it is Christmas Day. Due to an unfortunate, although actually quite handy, loophole on this blogsite I actually have until six in the morning to complete this blog without it officially being the next day. I think I accidently told it I was american when I signed on to it.


But it is Christmas Day, if only 2 hours into it, and very soon the excited children of the land will be waking up to a magical feeling of excitement and joy, which is entirely fantastic - and I remember those moments as a child implicitly. Unfortunately, as a mid twenties man - neither a child nor a parent - I am entirely filled with scepticism, sarcasm and misery in the face of festivity. I am once again drunk, which has been a common and wonderful theme this week, and due to the fact that I couldn't get through to the job centre today, will be committing benefit fraud this Christmas. Lovely stuff.


Today, having gained an enormous hangover last night, I got up early and went to my Grandad's house, where my cousin's young children took immense joy in jumping all over me. I really wasn't in the best condition for it, but I also enjoy seeing them so much that it didn't really bother me. Perhaps a rare example of Christmas spirit from me?


My Grandfather, as well as somehow managing to serve the hottest and weakest tea in the world - his kettle seems to boil water at about 130 degrees Celsius, and a single teabag will be made to last almost a week, is always extremely well stocked with Rich Tea biscuits. Perhaps a rarity these days, the Rich Tea is surely the most boring biscuit you can possibly be burdened with the task of eating. Tasting similarly, if not slightly more bland, than cardboard, it is a biscuit that is surely going to die out sometime soon. Only old people eat them, and they are dying out - with any luck the Rich Tea will die with them - it has had its day. Of course, I tucked into a polite couple of them nevertheless. I think the best way to eat a Rich Tea is to imagine it is a different type of biscuit, like a Digestive or a Bourbon or something. Just imagine it is something else more interesting that you're eating and you'll do fine. This technique can also be transferred to any substandard home-cooked meals too if ever necessary. 


In the afternoon I spent some time down down the pub with a couple of guys from the band, and just about mustered the strength to head out to another pub in the evening to get pretty drunk again. Every year on Christmas Eve I tend to hook up with the same group of lads who I used to go to school with. I wouldn't say I was particularly close friends with all of them - I only see them generally a total of 1 time a year - but it is always nice to meet up like this. I guess I'm a big fan of tradition sometimes. 


So then, Christmas is here again, it is late and I'm drunk again. How predictable everything is. Think I might turn on the telly, stick it on Dave, and maybe watch an episode of QI I haven't seen at least 12 times already.