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Dec. 26th, 2007 09:31 pmA quiet Christmas Day yesterday. Best present came from the parents. After years of on-off searching I'd found someone online selling DVD-R copies of Tutti Frutti, one of my favourite television series ever, which has never been officially released and, much to the chagrin of its many fans, is never likely to be because of stupid wrangles over its musical content. This is the show that made stars of Robbie Coltrane and Emma Thompson and was loved by thousands - you'd think they could iron out the problems, somehow. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago this angel suddenly appeared with copies gacked from her VHS recordings for sale for £25 the whole series. As I was flat broke, the parents agreed to let me have the money to buy the DVD-R then when it arrived it would be put away and wrapped for Christmas Day. Watched the first episode yesterday afternoon - as I'm working every day from tomorrow to Saturday, I'm keeping to one a day to give myself something to look forward to after each shift.
The lady asked me to point anyone else who wanted a DVD-R of Tutti Frutti in her direction, so if you're a fan of the show and would like to see it again please e-mail me at sirknight1553 at googlemail dot com and I'll put you in touch with her.
Another gift from my mother was a blue hooded top with a diagonal pattern, prompting my father to quip "You're a hoodie! You'll be getting a hug from David Cameron." I also got a Swansea v Hawks commemorative scarf from Gran, a four-pack of Swedish Christmas lager from Katherine (she took a trip to Ikea a few weeks ago), four Scottish real ales I'd never tried before from Brenda, a novel from Ann and a Burtons voucher from Jade.
Passed the day pleasantly watching telly, listening to my mother's new Eric Clapton CD and my father's new Katherine Jenkins CD and getting stuffed to the gunnels on a full turkey dinner, Christmas pud, Heroes, Mingles, Twiglets, cheesy footballs, nuts and olives. Dr Who was very good though not quite up to last year's standard, though Kylie Minogue made up for that *mwah* <3 Laughed out loud at Harry Hill and Catherine Tate - and BOTH of them included renditions of Fairytale Of New York in their shows! How many other Christmas songs get that honour? Never mind the polls - that just shows what the real best Yuletide single ever is.
To Bognor today to see the Hawks. Simon picked me up at Fareham; we arrived at our usual Bognor watering hole, the Wheatsheaf, at 1.15. Plenty of the usual crew there. Chat with them over a couple of Kopparbergs until half the posse made their way to the ground just after 2. As much as I'd have loved to stay for a couple more of Sweden's finest, I was hoping to meet my mate Steve, a Bognor fan and local journalist who covers their games, so finished the drink I had and went into the ground. I went to the press box at 2.30, but there was only the PA announcer there and he hadn't seen Steve. Steve wasn't in the clubhouse either so I just sat there drinking two Magners and reading the programme until I checked my watch - 2.51 - and, fairly merry by now, went out to join the Hawk support.
The game was a 1-1 draw, which was about fair, though Hawks could and should have created more chances. Home in time for The Terminal on BBC2.
Got to go watch part two of Tutti Frutti.
The lady asked me to point anyone else who wanted a DVD-R of Tutti Frutti in her direction, so if you're a fan of the show and would like to see it again please e-mail me at sirknight1553 at googlemail dot com and I'll put you in touch with her.
Another gift from my mother was a blue hooded top with a diagonal pattern, prompting my father to quip "You're a hoodie! You'll be getting a hug from David Cameron." I also got a Swansea v Hawks commemorative scarf from Gran, a four-pack of Swedish Christmas lager from Katherine (she took a trip to Ikea a few weeks ago), four Scottish real ales I'd never tried before from Brenda, a novel from Ann and a Burtons voucher from Jade.
Passed the day pleasantly watching telly, listening to my mother's new Eric Clapton CD and my father's new Katherine Jenkins CD and getting stuffed to the gunnels on a full turkey dinner, Christmas pud, Heroes, Mingles, Twiglets, cheesy footballs, nuts and olives. Dr Who was very good though not quite up to last year's standard, though Kylie Minogue made up for that *mwah* <3 Laughed out loud at Harry Hill and Catherine Tate - and BOTH of them included renditions of Fairytale Of New York in their shows! How many other Christmas songs get that honour? Never mind the polls - that just shows what the real best Yuletide single ever is.
To Bognor today to see the Hawks. Simon picked me up at Fareham; we arrived at our usual Bognor watering hole, the Wheatsheaf, at 1.15. Plenty of the usual crew there. Chat with them over a couple of Kopparbergs until half the posse made their way to the ground just after 2. As much as I'd have loved to stay for a couple more of Sweden's finest, I was hoping to meet my mate Steve, a Bognor fan and local journalist who covers their games, so finished the drink I had and went into the ground. I went to the press box at 2.30, but there was only the PA announcer there and he hadn't seen Steve. Steve wasn't in the clubhouse either so I just sat there drinking two Magners and reading the programme until I checked my watch - 2.51 - and, fairly merry by now, went out to join the Hawk support.
The game was a 1-1 draw, which was about fair, though Hawks could and should have created more chances. Home in time for The Terminal on BBC2.
Got to go watch part two of Tutti Frutti.
