dylan

Hello hello, I hope you all had a lovely Christmas and ate far too much. I know I did. I've spent the festive season getting wildly excited at all the shiny things, and sampling (by sampling, I mean shovelling down vast quantities of) as many different pudding type things as I possibly can. Right now I'm eating some sort of rum torte which I have drowned in double cream because frankly most things taste better, covered in cream. Yes this means you.

I got some wonderful presents (comics, Junko Mizuno goodies, a cute Japanese wooden doll thing, god knows what it is but it's incredibly sweet, posh lipgloss that tastes of gingerbread and which I keep putting on and promptly eating) and a stack of DVDs that reaches to the moon - though I threw a slight epi at one of them because the bloody store left some kind of magical tag on it which will not let me open the box however hard I tug, pull, yank, bite, smash against tables or attack with knives. And I'm a bit worried about taking it back without the receipt to ask them to remove it, as I have visions of them calling security and having me done for shoplifting.

I also got a slightly legendary present from my dad's girlfriend who hates my guts but pretends she doesn't - two plain candles with the 3.99 price tags still on.

I also got a fantastic camera which I love and am attempting to work out how to use. I've been taking lots of pictures of xmas decorations because...they're bloody everywhere. I can't however load the software for the pictures onto the computer because my dad for some reason has decided that nobody is to be trusted and has put so many bizarre control on this machine that I can't put any software onto it without using his account, which requires about 215 passwords and a DNA sample just to access it. Yay for Paint. I'd put these in spoilers as I think they may be some of the most boring pictures any of you have ever seen (I mean, there's enough Christmas decorations all over the place already without having to look at pictures of the damn things), but otherwise this journal entry will be yet another bloody massive block of text with nothing to break it up, and I do far too many of them.


We have these ancient baubles that are real glass and used to be my grandmother's. They're all kind of battered, partly because they're antiques, and partly because our cats think they look like delicious food stuffs. One year Harry ate one.


These are your more regular bog-standard Sainsbury's baubles, which for some reason are placed in bowls all over the place. I'm at my dad's right now (hence I can use the computer) and they have Christmas trees in at least three rooms, and random crap all over the place. Every surface has some kind of bowl or basket or vase or jug filled with the sodding things. We had a sort of second xmas dinner today and we actually had wine glasses filled with baubles on the table. Which was a bit rubbish as you have to fish them out before you can drink anything, and then they roll all over the place and get trodden on, and then your drink gets full of glitter.


I tried to take pictures of our cats, but they saw me coming and buggered off pretty sharpish (they still haven't forgiven me for treading on them this morning - it wasn't really my fault, I had my head stuck inside a jumper at the time and I tripped over a bit of chair and flattened them a bit). I became an intrepid explorer, scaling the snowy wastelands of...the garden, in search of the mighty cats. Couldn't find them, though I imagine if I wave around bits of leftover turkey they'll magically reappear.


My feet. Fabulous.

I've been munching my way through any chocolate based product that falls under my radar, and so far the best are those seashell Guylian things, and the worst these posh Thornton's Eden things, which come in all sorts of exotic and impressive flavours which is a bit crap if you want something munchable in your chocolate rather than apple and fig mousse or guava and passion fruit coulis.

Now if you'll excuse me, I think there are some mince pies calling my name.

Also, if you were the lovely lady who sent me the Secret Santa present, let me know! As it turns out I'm a pretty shit detective, and while I've narrowed it down to who I think you are, I'm now too shy to ask in case you go "eh? who are you?" and I'll feel silly. I love the hat, it's very cosy, and I already mentioned why most of the other stuff rocks in my last entry. Also, despite my initial reactions to the oiled up semi naked bloke on the cover, I have been assured that Sexy Beast is an excellent film, and I'm just trying to find time to watch it now