Well we had a bit of a massive family argument (I guess Christmas wouldn't be complete without it) on the Eve so, whereas we have had a family meal every other Christmas Eve since the beginning of time, instead it was called off last minute and we all went out to get pissed instead. Which I did marvelously - a few pints whilst we were out, and then most of a bottle of port when we got back really did the trick quite well. I was sick in my sink and had a bit of a fall-out with Andrew to cap it all off. Merry Christmas!
But then the next day it was (barring my physical condition) all much better. Andrew had put a Christmas card under my door to apologise (which was much appreciated), and things seemed to have quitened down on the family front. But my head was seriously bearing a grudge on behalf of my liver, which wasn't helped by Paul firing a Party Popper at me, and far too many bottles of wine constantly in my field of vision. I managed less than a plateful of Xmas dinner, which I was pretty disappointed with. However, I was still pretty drunk so it was all quite amusing.
I got a load of good presents from everyone, especially Triolet (a bit like Scrabble but with maths), surfboard 'soft straps' for my car, a Mogwai album, some good books. Opening a bottle of Port made my stomach lurch slightly, but I know i'll appreciate it in the long run.
