Sunday, 27 December 2009

Boxing Day


Total failure yesterday, which, according to the rest of the family is how we usually do Boxing Day.

Set off post-Gates-work to Meadowhall (horrid enormous shopping place) to visit M&S. The intentions were threefold. Firstly, to help grandma find a coat. Secondly for Alice and I to exchange M&S Christmas presents. Thirdly, to purchase anything else excitingly saleified...

Apparently Grandma requests the coat finding every year.

We got there. M&S was shut. Mother claims this non-trip is an annual event. I just don't understand why! If it happened last year, and the year before, why would it be fun to repeat the disappointment?! Baffling.

So we wandered around Sheffield city centre instead, which was shutting rapidly and had not much to offer in the way of attractive purchases (how has Next not gone bust yet??) but was looking rather pretty and then shot off for a jolly meal and to Sherlock Holmes.

Go and see Sherlock Holmes. It is very good. The dresses are awesome. Jude Law is hot when he's a doctor. and the banter between him and Robert Downey Jr. is brilliant.
Sample script; Angry Jude Law to RDJ - "You keep stealing my clothes!" RDJ (in outrage) - "I operate a barter system!"
Also, he may be slightly wrinkly now, but RDJ has the amusing, intelligent, roue look down to a t.

Off you go. Yes, now.


Saturday, 26 December 2009

Christmas Day


Spent far too long on Christmas Day with my hand up a capon's bottom.

NOT what Father Christmas intended.

(FYI: Wiki tells us that a capon is a castrated rooster. Yikes)