Friday, December 23, 2011

Yeah Baby


I'm a bit late, sorry.  I've been watching Local Hero on the telly; *sigh* but I love love love that film. Candles lit, feet curled at the foot of the sofa with Mrs H sat at the end; a beer, well, perhaps two. Much needed after a week of spending money I do not have and stoking up debt for a cold January.

Oh lift us 'Retha, lift us, lift us - don't let me be the Grinch.

Traditional Ghost post.

From Ronco - The Perfect Christmas Gift x

Aretha Franklin - 'Kissing By The Mistletoe' (1961)

21 comments:

  1. I just deleted a whinge about money, and there never being enough but then I spotted the word verification and filled with the spreading warmth of a small brandy, the first alcohol I've had in about 3 months I thought wishing you some christmas cheer was a better bet. Have a good un Davy boy, enjoy time spent with yours!

    word veri: 'atinglin'

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  2. Simon, you'll set me off, I'm still a bit weepy from the sodding film. Thank you thank you and have fun with that little lad and the Mrs xx

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  3. PS: I'm going to roast some potatoes. That always makes me feel better.

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  4. Hey, I'll have a Baileys as well.

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  5. My Auntie Amy likes a Baileys. She will be 86 in January. Merry Christmas Auntie Amy (she checks out all the blogs, obvs).

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  6. Don't be fooled by Local Hero, they are all parochial, small minded bigots up north, either that, English or Dutch.

    No bailey's for me Mr H, always thought that it was a waste of it's constituent parts, Whisky should be drunk on it's own and cream should be left for the triffle.

    I have an urge to get very drunk this evening but can't as I am on the cemetery run tomorrow. My dad and I always go to my Grandfather's (his dad), my aunt's (his sister) and my favourite uncle's graves where we lay wreaths and stand their trying not to show any emotion to each other as neither of us would know what to do if the other one did. But I will be alone this year as my folks have decided to spend the holidays at my brother's in Colchester, so I can show as much emotion as I like.

    Sorry about the out pouring of "woes me", was going to delete it but hey if you can't offload to your virtual friends who can you offload on?

    I promise to be in a better mood tomorrow when I will wish you all the best and mean it.

    word v ertsat, that's nearly Ersatz, I may have to listen to the Fall

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  7. Quite rightly Drew.

    And offloading? R Us.

    Offload away, do.

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  8. PS: No, haven't drunk a Baileys since I was 20.

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  9. confused as all hell by this xmas eve eve. what's tomorrow going to be like if today is tomorrow in disguise? hungover certainly. and worrisome i fear.
    happy it's not tomorrow you know but the next day everyone
    x

    word thingy 'cocingl'. i know it's not funny but i giggled (festively)

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  10. Been trying not to worry about the money- never have any, no point in worrying. Then I looked at the price of a 'feeds 10-14' turkey today and nearly shat myself, which is never a good idea especially in a supermarket. And Ally's right about today feeling like tomorrow today.

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  11. I know what you mean Ally.

    When I used to work in the pub, we hated Christmas Eve being a Saturday, as you had the amateur drinkers clogging up the pubs for two nights instead of one. Not knowing what they wanted to drink, ordering a round of ten drinks one at a time, one of the last inevitably being a pint of Guinness and then not having enough money. There should be seperate pubs for the twice yearly drunk who does not know put etiquette.

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  12. I really must apologise for being such a grumpy bastard

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  13. No Drew, everyone's allowed to be grumpy, here, tonight.

    Tomorrow I'll slap some old cornpie up and we can all be sentimental.

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  14. My Irish Gran loved a Bailey's. She'd have one at Xmas parties and get all teary-eyed singing 'Danny Boy' - I know that sounds like a made-up 'Irish Grandmother' but she really did.

    She also pronounced 'anorak' with a 'h' at the start so I always say "put your hanorak on" in an Irish accent to my kids.


    My, didn't I just get nostalgic? Not sure where that came from, too early here to have a had a drink yet.

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  15. I'll raise a glass, not Baileys to that Mr H

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  16. Local Hero is lovely. It used to be on the A Level film exam spec but it went years ago, shame.

    I have been on yiddishke penicillin duty to look after the poorly and have finally had a chance to sit down, load mine with lime and chilli and have it with beer number one ("Scottish Ale!"). I'm not sure whether to proceed to 'beer number 2' or 'whisky'. Or possibly a whisky mac, it being almost christmas and all.

    The naysayers are right about baileys. I haven't touched it since I was about 14, a night of that and jagermeister (don't know how it happened, don't remember much about it).

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  17. Also I managed to break my key in the door on the way home this afternoon and so am going to have to spend a hundred and something pounds on a locksmith tomorrow. Hurrah!

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  18. suddenly I don't feel so alone with my darker seasonal sentiments. But since I won't be about tomorrow know that I have been quietly collecting the Christmas tunes here the past days MrH, thank you kindly and Merry Christmas to you, MrsH and your girlies xx.

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  19. This Aretha track is great (very Ella F-ish of course, but who's really got a problem with that?). Thanks for posting it.

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  20. It's an annual thing, pretty much P. You're right, I could imagine Ella singing it. Dates from that early, interesting, Columbia period.

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