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Just call it Sunday lunch thenXmas in our house,
Heirarchy of meats
1) Steak
2) ehhhhhhhhh anything but turkey
Just call it Sunday lunch thenXmas in our house,
Heirarchy of meats
1) Steak
2) ehhhhhhhhh anything but turkey
I get dessert on Christmas DayJust call it Sunday lunch then
I miss mine when they've gone it's so quiet without them.
We used to do a thousand of the effin things , last thing I wanted to see on xmas day was anotherWe use to fatten a hut of turkeys for the Christmas trade. By the time Christmas arrived we were so sick of Turkey plucking and drawing we would have a couple of geese from a neighbour with all that lovely crispy skin.
Clearly you don't get our neighbours turkey, we have brought one every year since before I was born and I would much rather eat that than roast chicken.Couldn't agree any more, the most overrated part of Christmas.
I just don't get the attraction unless you have a serious fetish for covering up average white meat with gravy.
Humbug.
Humbug I say!
What is Christmas but a time for getting deeper into debt?
Harvest time for the moneylenders!
You celebrate Christmas in your own way if you must! But do not trouble me with your glad tidings.
It is nothing but a humbug!
Good day to you Sir! And close the door on your way out!
I said Good Day Sir!!