A post on Christmas day? What, has he got nothing better to do?

Now, last post you may or may not have noticed that it was eeeeeever so slightly weighted toward the negative aspects of my tolerance i.e. things that make me insane. And so, as it's Christmas, I'm going to balance that out with a post of the things I love most in this world. If Padraig Conlon is reading this, I know exactly what your mind has jumped to and you should know that if it is voiced I'm going to have to bury you in the snow. Moving on to the actual point of this post.

Now, Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens and brown paper packages tied up with string are all well and good. But sadly they are not a few of my favourite things.

Some of you may know that I am a greedy S.O.B. am slightly enthusiastic about my food. Family members will know that I do not enjoy groups inter-mixing. I'm all for old-fashioned food segregation. Mash potatoes + baked beans = the worst edible catastrophe in existence. Corn and mash potatoes aren't exactly meal time friendly to me either.

Mash Potatoes - Natures minefield.

One of the greatest edible pleasures in existence is the Barbecued Ribs from an American restaurant in Belfast. The ribs look like they've been taken from a giant cow. A giant cow on steroids. A fat Giant cow on steroids. A fat giant cow on steroids that drank BBQ sauce its entire life. A fat giant cow on - well you get the point. Ribs = Goodliness on a platter.

Well, now that I've finished talking about food, I find there's actually very little else to talk about. That either makes me fat or a cynic....or both. Both is more likely.

Books. I'm a bit of a book worm, myself. So much so that I may be addicted to walking into Waterstones and buying anything that looks even vaguely good. One time a new book I wanted came out and so I went in to buy it.

There was a "3 for 2" sale on. I left with 3 books. I'm going broke but it's for a good cause. I used to try and get my little sister Anna to read some of my books because, let's face it, I have amazing taste in books. She read them and gave them back to me...then she realised I was a crazy person. I'm pretty surprised it took her 14/15 years to figure it out. You could call me insane because I'm somewhat protective of my books. The covers can't get creased, you can't bend the corners of pages to mark your page (use a bookmark god-dammit) and you most certainly DO NOT just throw it about. Stupid Anna. Not knowing the rules before I tell her them.

Ahh Sleep. Sleep can shield you from all misfortunes. You don't feel the pain of a broken limb when you are asleep (a pain I have felt awake 3 times...OK so I'm a bit clumsy). If you're hungry before going to sleep you'll wake up without that feeling for about an hour. Without sleep I'm not the lovable guy who spends his time writing down his genius thoughts that you have come to know and love.

But, as this is a "Christmas special" (which it really isn't) I feel obliged to tell you that Christmas trumps all of these things. What's not to like about it? The food, the presents, being with family... OK well the food and the presents anyway. Doctor Who Christmas special is on today which I WILL NOT MISS, turkey is cooked to perfection today, multitudes of cans of coke are bought for this day and, above all, I get super colourful socks today.

So screw modules, screw school, screw stress for at least one day. Imma sit my ass down, watch some Doctor Who, eat until I burst and spend all day tomorrow in my new Teenage mutant Ninja Turtles PJ's that I got. I didn't ask for them but I am sooo not complaining.

Merry Christmas
Happy Kwanzaa (Starting tomorrow anyway)
And have a great 2011. I'd be surprised if 60% of you actually remember the event after all the drink I'm certain you will consume.

But, yeno, it's as good a start as any. And let's hope this stupid snows melts and goes straight to hell (or underworld of your choosing)