I went to say the prayers last night. Father Jack took an hour. I thought it would be longer. There was a big crowd at mass so I was standing at the back I didn�t mind that. Being uncomfortable kept me awake!! So I was hoping for a lie in this morning considering I had the mass side of things out of the way. But no luck there. The auld lad had me out of bed in order to help a sick calf. The poor little fucker has pneumonia so we had to inject him and we also had to dose him with Guinness and a couple of eggs. Its good for his stomach. After that, it was time to go home.
Once home, I put on Soccer AM. It was absolutely class stuff today. It was pure funny and a brilliant way to cheer me up. After that, and after getting a cheap thrill from watching Helen Chamberlain eat fire in a bikini top, I sat back and watched some other rubbish. I headed for the dinner then.
So for dinner I sat into a big plate of turkey, ham, carrots, sprouts and of course spuds with loads of gravy. I ate too much, but hey, its Christmas so why not. And then there was tea, and a few tins of Roses!! It was about this stage that my father informed me that any plans I had for Stephens night weren�t going to happen. He landed me with playing music because he didn�t feel like it. I don�t fuckin feel like it either. But you might as well be talking to the wall as talking to him. But as I type, I�m trying to get out of it. There�s 2 night�s in a year that are good to go out. New years Eve is one but I�m working for that already so I�m not too pushed, that�s why Stephen�s night was party time, for me anyway. And the boss wants me to work. Some cunt so it is but I�ll try get some scheme into action. By now it was time to sit in front of the telly for the day and look at footy programmes. Thank God for Sky. I�d be twice as depressed only for it.
After an hour or so, it was present opening time. I tore mine apart fairly lively. Only 2 selection boxes this year. I got �30 from 2 friends of the parents and I got a Man Utd video aswell. It sounds good. The history of Man Utd from its formation to this season. I�ll sit down someday and watch that. It sounds good.
And that�s about it. Christmas. But before I go, just a few things I�ve noticed today. Firstly, on my way to look after my calf, the terrace I passed was clattered with little kids playing with their new presents. I hated them being so happy considering that they are mostly little fuckers. I wanted to drive over their new shiny little gifts. Just to make me happy. Cruel ain�t I!!! Secondly, I noticed a lot more traffic on the road today. Usually on Christmas Day, the roads are fierce quiet. I remember years ago cycling down along the white line on the main street. That wouldn�t happen today. And all the cars were moving fairly lively aswell. If the garda� had been out, then they would of got a good few for speeding.
And finally, a little story. But before I start I�ll say that this story is 100% accurate because I don�t know all the details, but what I�ve heard is fair funny. It�s all about a Mr. Butler, who has been known to visit this site on occasion. Now Mr. Butler celebrated his 21st recently and he got a trip to see his favourite team, Manchester United, in action last Sunday. They were playing local rivals Blackburn at Ewood Park. So off Mr. Butler set with a few others. I don�t honestly know how many went. The way I heard this story is as follows. Mr. Butler went along to the game in his Man Utd jersey, and why not. No problem there. But there is a problem when you wear the jersey in the middle of Blackburn fans. Needless to say, they weren�t happy about the cheekiness of Mr. Butler. So the story is that stewards or the police removed him from the ground. I don�t know which. And as far as I know, he didn�t see much of the match, unless he was in a pub. That was very unfortunate for Mr. Butler, however it is very funny. So to you Mr. Butler, I toast you for brightening up Christmas Day. Very sound of ya.
Bye Bye folks, and finish yer turkey.