OK, So how is your Christmas going?

Hi
I hope you are having a great time this holiday. We've had our share of ups and downs here....
1) The weekend before Christmas Hayley was down BUT we spent the entire time removing spam from the site. We reckon we took off over 100 spam posts from that "Britney sucks dogs cocks.com" guy alone. As a result we didn't have time to pour green custard over one another like Miss Stockings and we were both pretty ratty.
2) When we did go out, we bumped into the fat tosser who was supposed to have supplied our teeshirts four days earlier. Instead of apologising he handed me a cheque for my deposit and said he couldn't do them after all - despite having told us for four weeks that he could. Not only that, the banks were now shut for four days. "We are still friends?" he asks. "No, we fucking aren't, you twat!" I replied festively.
3) ``Christmas morning Hayley went off to see her mates in London and I went to my parents. My mum and dad live a very frugal life on healthy food so the meal consists entirely of beige food and sprouts that have been breathed on by steam but no more. As a Crohns sufferer this means that I spend the rest of the days farting and shitting continually while they fall asleep in front of endless editions of "Deal or No Deal". When the crapping dies down sufficiently to go home, the bloody car won't start! My mum is delighted suggesting I stay the night. "NO!" I reply rather too loudly. Eventually a kind neighbour starts the car with his jumpleads and I get home for more wind and poo.
4) As a result I don't get to sleep till 5am and have to go back to my parents at teatime having had about three hours sleep and feeling like shit. It should be pointed out that my parents don't drink, so in the two days over Christmas I had exactly one glass of scotch and two glasses of champagne (which I brought myself). But at least the crapping had stopped.
5) Things begin to improve. The bubble and squeak didn't kick the wind off too badly and the car started okay. Best of all, Hayley's devious new way of banning spammers seems to have prevented the Britney Bastard posting for a while. Either that or he is holding a WW1 style truce. Oh well, I thought, at least now I can go home and really enjoy Christmas...
6) I get home to find an email saying that our techy guy on GSH is going to Spain on Friday without any notice so needs the next two films edited in the next 48 hours!! So that's what I'm doing now.
7) Never mind Hayley will be back for the weekend and New Year is looking like fun. Sorry there will now be a long delay for the teeshirts but without tempting fate too much, we do seem to have cut down on the spam (and I have stoppped blowing off!).
Hope it is going better for you guys.
I hope you are having a great time this holiday. We've had our share of ups and downs here....
1) The weekend before Christmas Hayley was down BUT we spent the entire time removing spam from the site. We reckon we took off over 100 spam posts from that "Britney sucks dogs cocks.com" guy alone. As a result we didn't have time to pour green custard over one another like Miss Stockings and we were both pretty ratty.
2) When we did go out, we bumped into the fat tosser who was supposed to have supplied our teeshirts four days earlier. Instead of apologising he handed me a cheque for my deposit and said he couldn't do them after all - despite having told us for four weeks that he could. Not only that, the banks were now shut for four days. "We are still friends?" he asks. "No, we fucking aren't, you twat!" I replied festively.
3) ``Christmas morning Hayley went off to see her mates in London and I went to my parents. My mum and dad live a very frugal life on healthy food so the meal consists entirely of beige food and sprouts that have been breathed on by steam but no more. As a Crohns sufferer this means that I spend the rest of the days farting and shitting continually while they fall asleep in front of endless editions of "Deal or No Deal". When the crapping dies down sufficiently to go home, the bloody car won't start! My mum is delighted suggesting I stay the night. "NO!" I reply rather too loudly. Eventually a kind neighbour starts the car with his jumpleads and I get home for more wind and poo.
4) As a result I don't get to sleep till 5am and have to go back to my parents at teatime having had about three hours sleep and feeling like shit. It should be pointed out that my parents don't drink, so in the two days over Christmas I had exactly one glass of scotch and two glasses of champagne (which I brought myself). But at least the crapping had stopped.
5) Things begin to improve. The bubble and squeak didn't kick the wind off too badly and the car started okay. Best of all, Hayley's devious new way of banning spammers seems to have prevented the Britney Bastard posting for a while. Either that or he is holding a WW1 style truce. Oh well, I thought, at least now I can go home and really enjoy Christmas...
6) I get home to find an email saying that our techy guy on GSH is going to Spain on Friday without any notice so needs the next two films edited in the next 48 hours!! So that's what I'm doing now.
7) Never mind Hayley will be back for the weekend and New Year is looking like fun. Sorry there will now be a long delay for the teeshirts but without tempting fate too much, we do seem to have cut down on the spam (and I have stoppped blowing off!).
Hope it is going better for you guys.