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  1. Christmas and New Year

    January 4, 2011 by superlative

    As part of my ‘blogging once a week’ endeavour, check out my flying start with two posts in one day! It’ll never last.

    Anyway, I had quite a nice Christmas and New Year all in all.

    First of all, I was ill from about five days before Christmas until Christmas day. OK, so that bit wasn’t so nice really, and I was furious with the friend who I know gave me the cold. I mean, who comes round to a person’s house with a fever and then sits on their sofa spluttering and sneezing for two hours just before Christmas? Who would do that? Who?? My friend, obviously.

    But the illness did mean I had an extra four days off in total, so I had a full two weeks away from work which was LOVELY.

    I spent quite a bit of Christmas up at Chris’ Mum’s house, and for the first time ever my parents came up there on Christmas Day. It was really kind of Chris’ Mum to invite them, as normally I either don’t see them on Christmas Day or I have to drive down there in the afternoon or evening and miss out on the copious amounts of wine that’s always at Chris’ house. Mum doesn’t really like Christmas much anyway (she’s such a jolly person), so they don’t even do anything when it’s just the two of them on their own, and then she wails that their day was boring (i.e. I should have come and entertained them).

    But this year they were graciously invited to have lunch at Chris’ house, which made my life quite a bit easier and was actually really nice. It was a bit touch and go whether they would come or not, as Mum hasn’t had a good month and has generally been feeling pretty rubbish. Even on Christmas Day morning she still wasn’t sure, but then lo and behold they arrived at the allotted time and all was good.

    It was a little bit stressy for me having them there, as Mum can be fairly demanding (really, who’d have guessed?), but it’s quite nice and relaxed at Chris’ house, and they only actually stayed for about three hours or so.

    Boxing Day was dire, as usual, as it involved my annual torture trip to have lunch with my Horrible Grandad. He can barely walk now and is no less┬ácantankerous┬áthan he was before. Mum didn’t come to that at least, which reduced the stress a little, but I still couldn’t get out of there quick enough.

    “I only see you at Christmas now,” said Horrible Grandad pointedly as we left the restaurant. He always gets his digs in at some point during the occasion.

    “Yes, there’s a reason,” I thought as I muttered a goodbye and scarpered back to the car I share with my male life partner he knows nothing about and will never meet.

    So that was Christmas anyway. We spent New Year down here as we normally do, and this year ended up going to a masked ball, which was quite fun. It’s any excuse to dress up with us really, as you can see.

    And then there was barely time to watch half a dozen films, eat two boxes of chocolates and a packet of biscuits and take the Christmas tree down before we were back at work. Trudging along in the pitch black and freezing rain at 7.30am this morning was not pleasant, but at least the office is dead today and I have the chance to catch up on my blog.

    Things I need to do during the first half of this year are:

    • start going to the gym once or twice a week, seeing as I’ve paid for it already and have barely used it.
    • find a lovely flat, buy it and move into it.
    • sort out some kind of celebration for my 30th birthday which is in four short months’ time.
    • turn 30 in a blaze of vodka.

    Let’s see how many of those I achieve shall we? The last one is the most certain as I only need to remain alive to achieve that bit. So if I sit very still and do nothing for the next four months I’ll at least have one thing I can cross off my to do list.


  2. New Year’s Eve

    January 7, 2009 by superlative

    Oo, I forgot to say that I had a MUCH better New Year’s Eve this year than last year. I was getting quite worried about it in the end, I had such an awful time last year (see post detailing the badness). But this year I vowed I would be more sensible, and despite the best efforts of my ‘friends’ to turn me into a train wreck again for their own amusement, I was highly successful.

    We had a nice dinner at home with Andi and Paul, who’ve spent the last couple of New Years down with us, and I carefully moderated my wine intake with strategic sipping. Then we had a couple of drinks in the Bulldog, and although I hoped to alternate my drinks with soft drinks so I’d last longer, that was deemed “too lame” and I wasn’t allowed. I coped anyway by sticking religiously to vodka, and enjoyed further drinks at Vavoom (very straight for some reason pre-midnight, it’s not ‘cool’ to go to a gay bar you know), dancing at Revenge while skidding around on a sea of drinks and glasses, and then extra haven’t-quite-had-enough drinks at Vavoom again at the end of the night where there was a multitude of pretty boys for us to leer at in a drunken way. And then fajita pizza at home and bed at 4am.

    So all in all, I would deem that a vast improvement on last year’s poor showing of throwing up and passing out at 11.30pm and then spending all of New Year’s Day feeling sad.


  3. Oh January, thou art the crappiest month

    January 7, 2009 by superlative

    Well it’s 7 January now and I’ve been back at work since Monday. The rest of my Christmas break was fine really, after the fairly dire Boxing Day. After a further roast dinner at Chris’ house at the weekend, we came back down to Brighton in time for our friend’s 30th birthday celebrations on Monday and New Year’s Eve on Wednesday. Both of them were fun evenings which involved some bar hopping, dancing, the occasional tipple of alcohol, and being pushed by large lesbian ladies who insist on dancing in the widest fucking circumference possible. But woe betide you if you dare push them back, oh no, because then you’re persecuting them in some misogynistic masculine way and they have a right go at you. Anyway.

    Work has been fine since I’ve been back, although to my extreme annoyance I managed to catch yet another virus at the weekend so had to come to work with a sore throat and stuffed up sinuses. I’m nearly better now. It has been rather dull though, and the weather is really starting to get to me. It’s FREEZING, and it’s been far colder for far longer than I ever remember it being before. The heating at home is struggling to cope so I end up feeling just cold enough to be annoyed most of the time, and it’s too cold to want to go out and do anything. We tried to go for a walk on the seafront the other day and had to retreat after 15 minutes when we started to lose the feeling in our lips. It even looks deceptively sunny out there sometimes, just to tempt you into going outside so the arctic wind can lay waste to any remnants of Christmas cheer you might have had.

    I know they always peddle out news articles in the new year about January being the most depressing month, but it really is the most depressing month. We keep saying we should try to organise some nice things to do so we’ve got stuff to look forward to, but then not figuring out what. Maybe we should go for a weekend trip somewhere? Oh I don’t know.

    On a slightly more interesting note, we’ve decided we might buy a flat this year. It’s quite exciting, we’ve never bought before because I’ve always said no no we have to wait until we’ve got more money and prices come down. And now prices have come down and we do have some money. I’m also a bit scared though because I hate committing to things and I worry about ending up with something crappy by accident, like a flat with damp or bad neighbours or a poltergeist that eats your socks. Chris will keep me in hand though, he doesn’t usually put up with any of my nonsense. So yay, perhaps in six months we’ll have a flat of our own with an actual guest bedroom and more than one heater!