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Dec. 15th, 2003 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liadnanSomewhere along the line I appear to have lost a week...
In a slightly different way, I suspect I'm going to lose most of this one: I am shortly off to the annual Christmas party for regulars of a certain Soho café, which has, in the past, continued until 2AM and given me some of the most memorable hangovers, and encounters, of my life. The rest of the week will, I suspect, be equally alcohol fuelled. Except, that is, for Thursday, when I shall make my annual trek to the Winchester Cathedral Carol Service. No matter that I shall have to come straight back to London, and then go down again to the parents on Christmas Eve: I've been to the Winchester Carol Service every year for 25 years, it's the real start of Christmas for me, and I'm buggered if I'm going to stop now.
As for the rest, Friday is the Chambers' Christmas Party, next Monday I'm drinking with barrister friends, and next Tuesday is RotK. Unscheduled as yet are various other people I promised I'd see before Christmas. Oh, and there's something else... Christmas shopping, that was it. Ooops. How many nieces, nephews, and in-laws do I have now? Too many. My family seem intent on fulfilling all possible steretypes about Irish and Italian Catholic farming families.
In between organising my social life and the like I spent most of today arguing about some very technical shipping/commercial stuff in the Queen's Bench Division today, which isn't my normal field at all and made my brain hurt, but on which I was eventually successful. Mostly. Since I got back from that I've been unsuccessfully trying to ring solicitors, trying to remind them about things that really need to be done before Christmas. They, of course, are all at Christmas drinks...
And this weekend just gone? Well, Friday I did indeed end up staying in with my extensive collection of whisky. Saturday was a housewarming party, from which I came away the richer by a Scrooge hat. Much like a Santa hat, save that it is black and white, and has "Bah, Humbug" written around the base. And Sunday Rob and Steph, just returned from Thailand, invited me round for Sunday lunch, along with A and Dan. Hurrah. Rob also lent me Raw Spirit, which saves me from having to buy it for the present. It's actually extremely good, as a travel-memoir type affair, if you like Iain Banks generally, whether or not you're actually interested in whisky at all. Also re-reading The Silmarillion. Well, it is Christmas, and RotK is just around the corner. Soon it'll be time for the Annual Ceremonial Re-reading of The Dark is Rising and Antonia Forest, rather sadly this year after her recent death...
What do you mean, ceremonial annual re-reading is strange?
In a slightly different way, I suspect I'm going to lose most of this one: I am shortly off to the annual Christmas party for regulars of a certain Soho café, which has, in the past, continued until 2AM and given me some of the most memorable hangovers, and encounters, of my life. The rest of the week will, I suspect, be equally alcohol fuelled. Except, that is, for Thursday, when I shall make my annual trek to the Winchester Cathedral Carol Service. No matter that I shall have to come straight back to London, and then go down again to the parents on Christmas Eve: I've been to the Winchester Carol Service every year for 25 years, it's the real start of Christmas for me, and I'm buggered if I'm going to stop now.
As for the rest, Friday is the Chambers' Christmas Party, next Monday I'm drinking with barrister friends, and next Tuesday is RotK. Unscheduled as yet are various other people I promised I'd see before Christmas. Oh, and there's something else... Christmas shopping, that was it. Ooops. How many nieces, nephews, and in-laws do I have now? Too many. My family seem intent on fulfilling all possible steretypes about Irish and Italian Catholic farming families.
In between organising my social life and the like I spent most of today arguing about some very technical shipping/commercial stuff in the Queen's Bench Division today, which isn't my normal field at all and made my brain hurt, but on which I was eventually successful. Mostly. Since I got back from that I've been unsuccessfully trying to ring solicitors, trying to remind them about things that really need to be done before Christmas. They, of course, are all at Christmas drinks...
And this weekend just gone? Well, Friday I did indeed end up staying in with my extensive collection of whisky. Saturday was a housewarming party, from which I came away the richer by a Scrooge hat. Much like a Santa hat, save that it is black and white, and has "Bah, Humbug" written around the base. And Sunday Rob and Steph, just returned from Thailand, invited me round for Sunday lunch, along with A and Dan. Hurrah. Rob also lent me Raw Spirit, which saves me from having to buy it for the present. It's actually extremely good, as a travel-memoir type affair, if you like Iain Banks generally, whether or not you're actually interested in whisky at all. Also re-reading The Silmarillion. Well, it is Christmas, and RotK is just around the corner. Soon it'll be time for the Annual Ceremonial Re-reading of The Dark is Rising and Antonia Forest, rather sadly this year after her recent death...
What do you mean, ceremonial annual re-reading is strange?
