The Ferrers was surprisingly packed on Christmas day, mostly with people I’ve never seen. But a few of us regulars (quizzers) showed up for a few festive drinks. Since it was only open for 2 hours we shoved as much drink down the gullet as possible. 3 pints of Thatchers Heritage did me in. Yikes. I wasn’t the only one. But for me, it put me off the sauce the rest of the day, which was probably the most sensible after previous Christmas day drinking incidents. We wouldn’t want to repeat that as funny as it is now. Well, I say it’s funny but I’m still fucking suffering sinus related issues from that incident 2 years on. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
Any whoAfter a quick respite at home and a phone call from sIRK I joined the rest of my friends at a house party. We had a lovely time wearing Christmas crowns and having some Christmas shisha. Nothing can be a better celebration of Jesus’s birthday than a hookah session with friends. I bet Jesus smoked shisha in his day. God be praised.