|We Rule Christmas
||[Dec. 27th, 2004|09:51 am]
It's Florence Villa, Really
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Christmas eve was spent in the company of large quantities of port and red wine, and Priscilla: Queen of the Desert and The Rocky Horror Picture Show. We camped and sang and I was sick; Roger spent Christmas morning clearing the kitchen sink drain (thank you, darling).
Still, I was well enough to set to cooking, and frankly I don't see what this fuss is over Christmas lunch: with the exception of the last ten minutes, it's a piece of cake. Also, my brandy sauce rocked. Then when I came to re-heat it I was a little the worse for drink, left it burning on the hob and ruined it. For a short time, it was godly.
( A Fellatio Villa ChristmasCollapse )
I've forgotten all the choice quotes of the evenings, again.