God Bless Mister B. at Christmas time, and Baby Jesus too...

Yes. A lovely, chilled evening with Dr Flo prior to his annual return to The Fatherland has been enjoyed. Involved a late dinner, a not-too-long ubiquitous discussion about Salman Rushdie, me pretending along with the boys to be shocked and horrified at Vince and Howard snogging on The Boosh but privately considering iconning possibilities and a festive airing of Blackadder's Christmas Carol. We're still watching it on Christmas Eve though, dammit!

ME: It's weird being financially dependant, takes a lot of getting used to.
FLO: Does he [Hubs] give you pocket money? Isn't that how it works?
ME: Yeah, whats the going rate...? Ten pounds for a blowjob?
HUBS: Which you still haven't paid me for.

Man's a comedy improv genius.

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Bah. I've spent this evening baking Christmas presents. My gingerbread is fab. My mince pies look like the lids aren't sticking to the bases. Arsefelchers. Ah well, I was going to do fairy cakes to go with them anyway, I'll just have to make more.

Musical meme quizzy thing from davidbrider
Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 37 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
Step 5: If you like the game post your own.
( Superstar DJ, Here we go... )

ETA: It's all right, everyone - once they'd cooled, the lids all stuck nicely.