In the bleak mid winter…and lo, I appear to be the only fucker that hasn’t got the Christmas decorations up.
Why not cheer yourself up with a glass of Pinot noir, a new pair of patent navy blue boots and a stolen chocolate from an advent calendar. If that doesn’t work, go to plan B which is cat pyjamas and perusing Asos.
The little shits will hold a kangaroo court tomorrow and there’ll be a lynching for the chocolate but it looked at me and told me to eat it.
Meanwhile there appears to be football on, my Fitbit isn’t fixable at all (I know from speaking to customer services) and Trevor’s having a mental moment
It’s the work do next week. What will I wear?
I think that I may have to write a guide to surviving the Xmas do. I got thrown off facebook for 24 hours after last years guide…
Chin chin, up yer bum Mofos.