A couple of Christmas related things have brought a smile to my face this week.
1. Whenever anyone rings, we answer the phone with "Buddy The Elf, what's your favourite colour?"
2. I've got a voice recording on my phone of when Macauley Culkin spills the drinks in Home Alone. Every time the kids do anything daft, I play "Look what you did, you little jerk!" Most perfectly demonstrated yesterday when one of the kids kicked the dogs' bowl over.
3. The Pogues and Kirsty McColl aways brings a smile to my face at Christmas. The first Christmas after I met Mrs Macca, I was in the ale house after my office Christmas dinner. She came to meet me when I finished work, and it started playing. So I stood up on the bar in The Manhattan singing it to her while I was completely rat arsed, swaying all over the fucking shop. Romance will never be dead while I'm alive.