christmas day

after the sterling performance of christmas eve drinking, the general atmosphere was rather good trying to defrost a turkey in the fridge seemed like a good idea. it would stop it from going all horrible and mushy whilst at the same time not get covered with bread crumbs from normal, day to day activities in my kitchen. it took three days to thaw however, and was just about ready to go into the oven on christmas day when i eventually woke up at god-knows-what hour.

	most of the food was prepared and cooked by wappers.   some might have thought this to be taking a rather large risk, but it all turned out ok in the end.
the turkey was expertly h4x0red by the chef, who did a rather good job of balls-ing it up.   small crumbly pieces of turkey were dished out in very uneven proportions, some chill out music was playing on the stereo and everyone got stuck in to a hearty meal. personally i had three piled plates full of festive food whilst others had their fill.   roast potatoes done to perfection this time and paxo putting in its regular appearance. only later did wappers tell us how turkey makes him fart . . . too late for us to stop him.   with the inclusion of brussel sprouts and the almost-forgotten leeks we knew the nights entertainment was set.
	according to the seriously messed up traditions of the wapshott family, we waited until after christmas dinner to open our presents.   even though this was quite distressing for the rest of us. champagne, chocolate biscuits, 'art' - the type that can be downloaded from almost 50% of the web and xuxu were the most popular gifts exchanged, along with other trivialities from parents, opened ages ago and long forgotten about.
seeing as we cannot receive english tv over here, there was no queens speech.   so rich supplied us with some televisual entertainment. the evidence has since been destroyed. afterwards, we hooked up my camera for a good long session of watching ourselves on tv.   hours of fun as you can imagine.
	all the food and drink, combined with the sheer emptiness of life made me very tired.   sleep was the only answer. little did i know that voyeuristic photos would be taken of me!!! i went to bed soon after this, still suffering from the effects of tonsillitis.
the whole place was in a right mess.   with all the empty vodka bottles lying around, robbed beer bottles and strawberry flavoured ta-ta drinks, you'd have thought we would have been quite drunk. not so, however.   very upsetting.   but the quality food more than made up for it. haxoring big dave candles and other fire-related issues was more than enough for us to be able to claim a very good time was had by all.