A merry Coleman Christmas
A belated Merry Christmas blog readers as work and seasonal preparations took over. It was my last day at work for 2007 on Thursday 20th and ended with a departmental meal out and pi$$-up. Although the meal was free and cocktails were half-priced I still managed to spend all my cash by 9pm. Mexican food was delicious but the after-party music was too chaotic with over-subscribed music contributions and a random tune generator to confuse everyone.
The next day we had to visit my (Nor)folks. Although we left way before the expected traffic rush, the fog made the motorways like a misty car park. We eventually made it for a catch up with Josh and Christy receiving a wrist gyroscope powerball pressie. Saturday was hardwork dealing with my mum who's had an unfortunate turn for the worse and will no doubt rumble on for much of 2008.
The evening was a little more light-hearted with my dad and his cronies at his annual Xmas meal. One of his friends, Julian always entertains us. In the last two years after retiring as a commercial pilot he developed a career as voice-over man, not for cheesy adverts but TV documentaries and radio broadcasts. He's even received proper BBC training and will be doing a Panorama in January.
The rest of the Christmas preparations went without hitch ready for the onslaught of never ending family and friends taking up temporary residence. We converted Kev and Karol into liking Daft Punk and discovered a naughty nude scene in their own film, Electroma (within the last walking through the desert scene when the camera points to the darken silhouette between a naked lady's legs with a horizon of boobs) then thought we could re-dub the film's soundtrack using their Alive album spending frustrating minutes getting the timing right with an explosion and One More Time kick-off.
Christmas wasn't quite the boozed up stupor I was expecting as everyone was too tired or ill to really go for it. Fine by me but the flu-like lurgy took a shine to me and, like an unwelcome guest who didn't notice the hints, continued residence until the day after New Year's Day ruining our Brighton based celebrations.
The only notable outings were the Tutenkhamon exhibition at the O2 dome and watching I am Legend.
The next day we had to visit my (Nor)folks. Although we left way before the expected traffic rush, the fog made the motorways like a misty car park. We eventually made it for a catch up with Josh and Christy receiving a wrist gyroscope powerball pressie. Saturday was hardwork dealing with my mum who's had an unfortunate turn for the worse and will no doubt rumble on for much of 2008.
The evening was a little more light-hearted with my dad and his cronies at his annual Xmas meal. One of his friends, Julian always entertains us. In the last two years after retiring as a commercial pilot he developed a career as voice-over man, not for cheesy adverts but TV documentaries and radio broadcasts. He's even received proper BBC training and will be doing a Panorama in January.
The rest of the Christmas preparations went without hitch ready for the onslaught of never ending family and friends taking up temporary residence. We converted Kev and Karol into liking Daft Punk and discovered a naughty nude scene in their own film, Electroma (within the last walking through the desert scene when the camera points to the darken silhouette between a naked lady's legs with a horizon of boobs) then thought we could re-dub the film's soundtrack using their Alive album spending frustrating minutes getting the timing right with an explosion and One More Time kick-off.
Christmas wasn't quite the boozed up stupor I was expecting as everyone was too tired or ill to really go for it. Fine by me but the flu-like lurgy took a shine to me and, like an unwelcome guest who didn't notice the hints, continued residence until the day after New Year's Day ruining our Brighton based celebrations.
The only notable outings were the Tutenkhamon exhibition at the O2 dome and watching I am Legend.
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