I bring word from Santa (its true, he exists, he even let me have his oreos and milk)... he isn't visiting anyone in Russel Sq this year... apparently they're all terrible people. Fleet street aren't much better, apparently, lazy asses who don't deserve gifts... I tried reasoning with the fat man, but these religious types, so stubborn! =p
Right, to business. Firstly, I'm going to cover my back.... the list that follows doesn't include everyone... or even try to. Its 00:22 xmas morning, I'm very much bored, and the names that gifts that follow are more a stream of consciousness than anything else.
As such, any bitching about 'gifts' received or tragically not-received will be met with a short jab followed by a vicious uppercut Mayweather style... or an apology, one or the other.
Sathyai... you probably get the only sincere gift.. so sincere i'm not entirely sure what i'd get you. (it isnt something that comes naturally... the whole 'sincerity' thing...) Regardless of which, i'd get you an air-ticket out here if i could... this place, you've just got to see!
Daryl... I'll bring you over some fresh concealer
Gurj... A dominoes foccacia based pizza
Vishal... I'll bring you over a bag of sweets (never accept 'em from strangers kids!)
Nikhil... I'll buy you a box to present the lady to keep your cohones in =)
Az... I'll buy you a microscope =p
Anam... I'll introduce a little Australian twang to your already cosmopolitan accent
Abi... That rabbit you've always wanted... cut up, steamed and served with mashed potatoes
Lara... A pair of socks
Sonia... Prince's greatest hits
Khiloni... A blackberry (its always online!)
Ro... A key to Vish's flat
Riz... Some high heels
Zak... A sense of humour and some ff talent =)
That's all for my festivities this year... hope y'all and all that i've neglected... have a MERRY/HAPPY Christmas
Have a glass of rum with a drop of egg-nog for me!
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