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Dec. 29th, 2004 07:43 pmSo you want to know what I got for Christmas?
I received Terry Pratchett's Monstrous Regiment, Susanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, Goodbye Again: The Definitive Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, a collection of Pete and Dud sketches, and a couple of books by Christopher Tolkien about his father's writing of the Lord of the Rings.
I also got The West Wing S.3 and Stargate S.5. I also got one of those little key-fob sized memory things, which hopefully means my days of loosing all my work because a floppy disk decides to go belly up are over. I also got an electric carving knife, which I think means my parents are expecting way too much of my cooking skills when they next decide to come visit and a bottle of red wine. Yummo.
On a less brutally materialistic note, Christmas was quite nice this year. Sadly I didn't get to meet up with my friends as they had to head back to where they now live for work but we didn't have any opportunities for relatives to ask me why I'm not in the 'lets get married and have babies' business at the moment and my Mum managed to hold off until today about commenting on my weight (I've ballooned apparently) so there were good sides too. I also won my parents unofficial 'strangest present' award for this for my Dad.
We opened presents on Boxing Day as my sister was seeing her soon-to-be-inlaws for Christmas Day, so we spent Christmas morning on Hythe sea-front, luckily no wind so not bightingly cold, then to a local restaurant for an embaressingly sumptious Christmas dinner. Six courses, the only thing bigger than my stomach is my middle-class guilt at eating it.
And do the TV companies just assume that everyone is going to be watching videos and DVDs that they bought one another so don't bother with the TV shows? The Arena show on Dennis Potter was pretty awful, luckily Dad had bought The Singing Detective a couple of months ago for himself and that has a much better documentary on it. The only show we really enjoyed that much was The Flint Street Nativity where b-list scum like Dervla Kirwan and Frank Skinner play kids in the world's worst Nativity play ever. It was actually very funny.
Anyway, back to work tomorrow! To the surprise of precisely no-one I stay in on New Years night as I prefer to avoid crowds and hiked prices for booze, but at least I'll have a nice long weekend out of it all.
I received Terry Pratchett's Monstrous Regiment, Susanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, Goodbye Again: The Definitive Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, a collection of Pete and Dud sketches, and a couple of books by Christopher Tolkien about his father's writing of the Lord of the Rings.
I also got The West Wing S.3 and Stargate S.5. I also got one of those little key-fob sized memory things, which hopefully means my days of loosing all my work because a floppy disk decides to go belly up are over. I also got an electric carving knife, which I think means my parents are expecting way too much of my cooking skills when they next decide to come visit and a bottle of red wine. Yummo.
On a less brutally materialistic note, Christmas was quite nice this year. Sadly I didn't get to meet up with my friends as they had to head back to where they now live for work but we didn't have any opportunities for relatives to ask me why I'm not in the 'lets get married and have babies' business at the moment and my Mum managed to hold off until today about commenting on my weight (I've ballooned apparently) so there were good sides too. I also won my parents unofficial 'strangest present' award for this for my Dad.
We opened presents on Boxing Day as my sister was seeing her soon-to-be-inlaws for Christmas Day, so we spent Christmas morning on Hythe sea-front, luckily no wind so not bightingly cold, then to a local restaurant for an embaressingly sumptious Christmas dinner. Six courses, the only thing bigger than my stomach is my middle-class guilt at eating it.
And do the TV companies just assume that everyone is going to be watching videos and DVDs that they bought one another so don't bother with the TV shows? The Arena show on Dennis Potter was pretty awful, luckily Dad had bought The Singing Detective a couple of months ago for himself and that has a much better documentary on it. The only show we really enjoyed that much was The Flint Street Nativity where b-list scum like Dervla Kirwan and Frank Skinner play kids in the world's worst Nativity play ever. It was actually very funny.
Anyway, back to work tomorrow! To the surprise of precisely no-one I stay in on New Years night as I prefer to avoid crowds and hiked prices for booze, but at least I'll have a nice long weekend out of it all.
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Date: 2004-12-30 07:14 am (UTC)I'll have to check this out, possibly a birthday present for my Mum...
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