An Erdingthorpe Christmas

Look what I just found in my drafts - out of date post anyone? Might as well put it up, but I'll strip it of most of the text before posting :)

_{Just finished stripping. Took 50% away, there's still all this left though...}

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17/12/2007: 'Christmas' in Birmingham (a couple of weeks early, in true student style):

Ju & I cooked up a traditional Christmas meal - with some top quality 'cook from frozen' Iceland turkey for that extra touch of class. Everyone else therefore, brought either dessert or booze. Now I realise that in the past I may have given the impression that I'm a teetotaller who shuns the very sight of alcohol, but I will admit that the festive spirit gained a hold of me and I did have the occasional sup of spirits or beer throughout the night. Julie also did her usual trick of spiking my drinks with Austrian schnapps after I was too drunk to pay proper attention too, which naturally didn't help things much. That stuff is completely lethal - but admittedly does manage to leave one with no hangover whatsoever.

After the food it was time for the presents, and they were great as usual. Students, you see, are too poor to buy presents from anywhere other than joke and novelty stores, but also, by a great stroke of fortune, are childish enough to love anything that comes from the above stores. The presents I gave were naturally amazing - from the Man Flask (it was a tough choice between that and the Double Ender) and the beanie baby with its dress ripped off to the gift pack of Vista, Office and Windows Live OneCare. For some reason, Gib didn't get me a few hundred pounds worth of presents in return for that one, which left me very annoyed.

Speaking of Gib, Julie-oh and I had popped into Ann Summers earlier that day (fyi Ann, [if you a: exist and b: are reading this]: porn directed by women is the worst idea in the world ever. I bet it's all just cuddling afterwards and talking about feelings) and found a little something for him. Knowing his love of strange, disturbing fetish accessories, and his proclivity to strip in public, we bought him a monkey, which screamed when you pressed it. After unwrapping it, he promptly modelled it for us all, which was lovely. I don't think the cat was very keen on it though:


_{In retrospect, I should have realised cats and monkeys aren't friends in the wild either}

As everyone loves me, I also got some very cool stuff too. I won't list it all, but the clear winner was the pair of ear-indicators I got. These, for those of you who haven't yet had the joy, are just a couple of LEDs you hang over each ear, attached to some buttons on your belt. You can then walk around indicating, to avoid those awkward moments where two of you meet in the street, and neither is sure which way to step aside. They're also great for losing the police during low-speed foot-chases.


_{I later discovered an even more fun use for them - nipple indicators}

In a trance club, you can use them not only to signal your next dance move, but also to flash along to the beat, and screw with the heads of those on acid. The most fun I've had with them so far though, has been sitting on the bus home from work and indicating every time it does. Both times I've done this so far the people behind me have burst out laughing.

The uses really are limitless...