So after one of the most memorable trips – for all the wrong reasons – I’m back.
Did you miss me?
OK, let’s not go there …
So on Monday, I asked which food was the best food in a Christmas meal.
After a tight race, it would appear the winner is: Custard.
CUSTARD!!
Fuck me, how pathetic.
Seriously, is that really the food group that makes a meal, a Christmas meal?
I don’t know about you, but I’m quite disappointed with that – almost as disappointed by the fact bread sauce got some votes whereas poor ol’ peas, carrots, boiled spuds, parsnips and cranberry sauce were the Norway of the Eurovision Song Contest with nil points. Fucking outrageous if you ask me.
So to those who voted for Custard, congratulations – even with your under-the-table dirty tactics you have ensured that from now on, at Christmas, we will all bow down to the serving of custard but let me tell you this, I hope to fuck you never invite me over for Christmas dinner, but then I don’t suppose I have to worry about that do I?!
Bastards.