ZARJAZ!
Borag thungg, Earthlings! It's been an odd Christmas, as my family has ceased to collectively celebrate the season with the passing of my Nan and latterly my Mum. I have always loved Christmas, from my earliest years, but I think I am finally starting to thing 'What's the fucking point?' Christmas Eve, I would go on what became known as 'the mooch', visiting game stores and meeting up with friends for the last time for a few days, when we we would seemingly be so unfairly 'forced' to do what our parents wanted. One last chip butty before an avalanche of comestibles, and maybe get a chance to see the GW girls dressed in something seasonably raunchy - we were young - and generally enjoy that building excitement before the big event. In the evening, there would be a massive buffet at our house - my mother for all her faults, put on a great spread and I could sometimes wangle invited for friends, stuffing ourselves until we were like Mr Creosote. In ...