Suzie Shooter

Has anybody else watched Giles Coren and Alexander Armstrong's 12 Drinks of Christmas thing? It's basically a posher Oz n James/Hugh and they're adorable, and my thoughts are that someone needs to write them drunkenly shagging immediately.

( screencaps )

"I think it's bedtime now."
"Goodnight Giley."
"Night night Xander."
"Happy Christmas."

Oh, hang on, they appear to be writing it themselves.

Next time would someone remind me that drinking beer, champagne and gin & tonic for eight hours is a bad idea?

*whimpers*

Being unable to use the interwebs didn't stop the running commentary in my head, so I kept a diary. Um, no offence intended to any genuine teetotallers or vegetablists on my flist (seriously, how do you do it?), in what is, essentially, a week long rant...

( I want something's flesh )

So you get to work, and they say "and where would you like to go for the drinks this evening?"

And you suggest a place (decent pub).

And they go ooh, no, don't like that, let's go here (hideously expensive wine bar) instead.

So you say, well it's *my* birthday.

Then they start making excuses and saying ooh, maybe we'll just come out later for the meal, but you go where you like, and we'll catch up later. So I'll, what? Sit there by myself for an hour and join you later? (actually it's looking like quite an attractive option)

Happily, we've found a compromise!

Am possibly being mean. They have given me *very* nice presents and as a double bonus I haven't actually had to do any work yet...