Someone took No Mercy out of the N64 last night to play Goldeneye. Meic was 'round, so I'm guessing it was him and Pete. Pete's probably practicing up so that JR doesn't totally dominate him again when he comes home for Christmas. Not that that won't still happen.
Speaking of JR, Cliffey has been away for the past few days because he's gone to visit his life partner in York. I received a text from The Big C himself last night informing me that JR has earned a man point, although details were not forthcoming. More on that as it develops - Cliffey's back tonight so he should have a lot of oop north tales with which to regale us.
The Christmas lights go on in town tonight (I know, it gets earlier every year), and it looks like Sarah and I will be heading in to watch, although I'm probably more excited about the pancakes and bratwurst than Matt Smith and the ferris wheel. I think Sarah's plotting to get me on the ice rink before winter ends, and I'm already trying to work out how I can fall over in such a way that I avoid getting my head sliced off by the most ice-skates.
Don't laugh. It's almost happened at least once. Yeah.
Joel.
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