New Years Eve will be our annual holiday get-together. We'll have some friends over for the evening served with the traditional German sauerkraut and pork, an Italian Christmas Chili, various Hors d'oeuvres, a generous selection of truly fine beers, stouts, and ales... complete with Champagne for the midnight toast.
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Haha. It's no problem for me being a veggie, though my brothers are both meat eaters. With the recent horsemeat scandal here in the UK - where people found out through DNA checks of ready meals etc that they were eating horse rather than beef, lamb and pork - I wonder why they don't just come clean and have "anymeat" as a cheap alternative. They've probably been eating anymeat for years.
We're having a curry - a take away. The Mother in Law and Brother in Law will be drinking wine probably. I'll have wine/ port/ beer whatever. We often don't make 12 o'clock - everyone else feeling too tired. I usually end up on the computer - though this year I might have a go on GTA5 for my xbox, unless my son decides to have a beer with me. He's had to get up before 10am this morning, so it is uncertain whether he will last the night.
(I don't mind his sleeping habits - he'll be working for the rest of his life and following the rigid working patterns we all follow - unless he's lucky).
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
We went to the local Greek place for New Years eve. We were glad to see Theo the chef/owner and his wife had mellowed a bit since the last time we went - that's what Grandkids do to a man/psychopath. (Or perhaps he had forgotten the incident with the halloumi)
Anyway we had the Greek feast, where food just kept arriving, olives, feta, tzatziki, salmon, salad, pitta, meatballs, spicy pork, lamb and potatos, more salad. Being from yorkshire we had to eat everything we'd paid for, we were absolutely stuffed.
When we were leaving me and Theo fell on each other like long lost brothers, hugging, back slapping, hand shaking. I announced that the Salmon was the best I had ever tasted (it was) and he gave the ladies of our party a kiss and a tangerine each. It was as though a breath of warm Greek air had wafted up the Calder Vally and affected us all. A very good night.
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That sounds intriguing.
I used to work with some Irainian chefs in a Pizza Restaurant at Newmilledam. They would all be shouting and gesticulating at once at various times during the day - I never knew what the problem was - but they seemed to settle down just as quickly. I got the impression they were a bit highly strung - but it may just have been their way. They were still a laugh.
So long 2013
We carried out the annual Gurgle ritual of sending the prior year up in flames.
This year we added a new twist inspired by our Viking brethren, only we were unable to find a Viking horned helmet, so we settled for Roman, not to mention the Levi's were a bit out of place.
I constructed the crematory long boat from found parts laying about in the shop. However the 4 inch diameter PVC pontoons just barely had the buoyancy to stay afloat. My brother is the pyrotechnics expert, he is seen preparing the black powder packets. In addition to black powder, he added a few mortars, about one thousand fire crackers ( see the bandolier ) and several sparklers.
One of the mortar explosions had enough force to blow the helmet off and topple the assembly, thus soaking the clothing. We quickly up righted the assembly before the straw stuffing got wet. Eventually it burned down to the steel skeleton.
The one photo shows my son on left eating some smoked turkey, his friend and my brother on the right.
Here's to a happy, healthy, successful 2014:
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That's a party with class!
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Hahaha
Light your hair on fire and be somebody!
Uhhhh...
Being from California, I rarely say the word "cold". Or "ale". Or "bloke".
Perhaps this isn't the best place for me to look for some paternal/masculine influence in my life?Light your hair on fire and be somebody!
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Actually I live here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Jose,_CaliforniaAnd I see you live in SF.
You couldn't call it a warm climate.
Samuel Clemens once said: "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco".
It's considerably much larger and warmer (!) than San Francisco, despite its proximity. It's also much less famous, and disgustingly more unequal economically.
Samuel Clemens was a genius, and quite witty, though I think his novels are slightly worse than the rest of his writing.Samuel Clemens once said: "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco".
He was spot on here about San Francisco, though. I once met a girl on an airplane from San Francisco to Boston. She was visiting during what happened to be a warm spell, perfect weather where I lived, absolutely beautiful. But when I told her this, she was surprised, and said it was still cold. I mean, a New Englander thinks California is cold? But alas, it was one of those famous San Francisco summers, which does feel like winter. Not where I live, though.