Christmas with my family

I have a lot of photos waiting to be posted here, thanks to my lack of PC inhibiting my ability to upload the aforementioned photos, so the next few posts will be rather picture-heavy. Ah well.

So, Christmas with my family...

My youngest brother, Huw, finding the only way that a party hat from a Christmas cracker wll fit on his hair.


Granny, not as drunk as she's pretending to be!


Chris (looking cute) and my other brother, Dave.


Nap time!



On Boxing Day we went up to a local country park for a walk. They have this brilliantly mispunctuated sign.

I've used the barbecues there, and didn't see any signs of their other use!

Huw, on a climbing net, possessed by demons.



Having seen a lot of photos of houses that Americans think to be really overdecorated, I thought I'd share with you the level of Christmas lights that get that reaction here. ;-)

Not quite the same, really.

Right, that'll be all for this post. The next one will probably be photos of Edinburgh at Christmas, with the big wheel.

Stories from the bus

There are very few good things about my two bus journeys each day. I get time to read the Metro in the morning (if I don't get travel-sick) and I can listen to radio comedy shows on my iPod on my way home, and occasionally I overhear conversations that result in me trying not to be obviously laughing out loud.

Man on phone #1
Man - “You’re kidding me!“
...
Man - “No, you’re really kidding me!“
...
Man - “Oh no, of course I believe you!“

Gran, mum and daughter
Mum (to child) - "Would you sit down!"
Daughter - "Awww..."
Gran (to child) - "You know, we only tell you these things because children need to learn how to behave. After all, grown-ups don't like yelling at children, do they?"
Daughter (thinking a bit) - "Well, not most of 'em..."


Man on phone #2
Man - "Yeah, she was in the... what's it called? Nativity play."
...
Man - "Yeah, you know, there's Mary and... you know, the other one, the bloke, Joseph, that's it!"


Oh and the other night Chris and I were on one of the newer buses in Edinburgh. It has a scrolling sign, much like we have on trains, telling you the eventual destination and the next stop. Apparently it can have only 27 characters/spaces, as it announced 'Next stop: Commonwealth Poo'. Juvenile, possibly, but that didn't stop us laughing for about five minutes. Mind you, the people sitting behind us saw it and found it funny too, so either they're childish too or we're perfectly normal. I shall leave you to make up your own mind.