The day-old fruit scone and luke-warm vomit-flavoured latte special at an anonymous American chain, softened to strawberry ice cream and gin and tonic on a banquette at my favourite theatre.
The sharp elbows and sharp voices of a pre-Christmas city department store, softened to whispers to partners and banquette hooching-ups for strangers.
The mouthings of Wanker to twats who block the busy road then pretend to ignore you, softened to applause, and a bit more applause, because we were in no rush to leave.
The evening wore on. That's a nice expression. With your permission I'll say it again. The evening wore on.
If you’re in the neighbourhood, pop in and visit the pooka.
Things To Do
Cake:
Pressies:
Pressies from kids:
Cards:
Decorations:
Christmas dinner: yeah, right.
Booze:
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