Hurrah! It’s Christmas Eve! I am probably not going to move outisde of a 10 foot radius the whole day (unless we decide to drag ourselves to the pub, but right now, that would constitute a pretty momentous decision). I have a lovely Micks’mas hangover. Not a bad one: one of those where you feel a bit groggy and get the munchies. And what better day to want to eat junk and not move than Rudolph Day? Micks’mas is a new tradition, where some of our Irish mates gather and do something fancy. It was very fancy – gorgeous – to the point that I’m having another kind of hangover: that of worrying whether I paid enough when I was leaving.
The fiancé was very jetlagged and had discovered that India had stayed with him in more ways than memories. Ahem. So we had to leave before everyone else. It was a very fancy place with a full-on maitre d’, the kind who knows which coat you had. In the vestibule, having left the others still a-feasting, he gave us our coats. The right ones. Woah. Realising he was omniscient, we asked for our share of the bill. He asked if he should include drinks: we said yes, definitely. He handed us a mini-bill and we added a bit extra, even though service was included. It is Christmas. But on sobering up this morning, both of us had this nagging feeling that we had only paid for what we had, and not our share of the overall bill. I HATE that. Unless you have water and dry toast while everyone else has pheasant, then you split the bill evenly. It’s a thing with me. I’m sure no-one else is awake yet, but I’ve already emailed them to ask if we unintentionally stiffed them. It brings me out in a cold sweat. It is indeed Christmas – I just could not bear to be Scrooge.
Anyway, for the rest of the 12 days, I’m going to be keeping a very low profile. There won’t be any blogs til the New Year, but thank you so, so much for reading them in this one. Special thanks to those of you who’ve shared and re-Tweeted them. You rule.
A few things you could be doing over Christmas: you should definitely check out the blogs of Tiernan Douieb and Michael Legge. I don’t know if they’re taking a break, but even if they do, there are loads of back-blogs for you to catch up on with a nice turkey sandwich. Or tofurkey, whatever you’re having yourself. If you’re in a listeny mood and enjoy swearing, check out Michael’s podcast with James Hingley, Precious Little. It’s made me laugh a lot more than is reasonable this year.
Also, if you’re in or near London on December 30th, you must come to our London Comedy Improv Christmas Thang. It’s a kind of thank-you party for our regulars; they’ve given us a lot of support in this, our first year in existence. It’s absolutely free to get in if you sing/ hum/ tap out on glasses the march from The Great Escape. It’s going to be a great show. I know that Improv isn’t very fashionable but we’re trying to change things: we have an amazing group of performers and there’ll be some very exciting guests dropping in to play in 2010. So why not catch us for free on the 30th, because you’ll feel really silly.
Love you, love your work.
Merry Christmas and a Happy 2010.
T x
