Iz Krizmaz innit? Merry 24th!

24 12 2007

My favourite 2007 Christmas story (Chav style)

A thanks to KT for this who apparently got it from Peas

There’s this bird called Mary, yeah?
She’s a virgin (wossat then?)
She’s not married or nuffink, but she’s got this boyfriend, Joe, innit?
He does joinery an’ that. Mary lives with him in a crib dahn Nazaref.
One day Mary meets this bloke Gabriel. She’s like ‘Oo ya lookin at?’
Gabriel just goes ‘You got one up the duff, you have.’
Mary’s totally gobsmacked. She gives it to him large ‘Stop dissin’ me yeah?’
I ain’t no Kappa-slapper. I never bin wiv no one!’
So Mary goes and sees her cousin Liz, who’s six months gone herself.
Liz is largin’ it. She’s filled with spirits, Barcardi Breezers an’ that.
She’s like ‘Orright, Mary, I can feel me bay-bee in me tummy and I reckon I’m well blessed.
Fink of all the extra benefits an’ that we are gonna get.’
Mary goes ‘Yeah, s’pose you’re right’
Mary an’ Joe ain’t got no money so they have to ponse a donkey, an’ go dahn Bethlehem on that. They get to this pub an’ Mary wants to stop, yeah? To have her bay-bee an’ that.
But there ain’t no room at the inn, innit?
So Mary an’ Joe break an’ enter into this garridge, only its filled wiv animals. Cahs an’ sheep an’ that. Then these three geezers turn up, looking proper bling, wiv crowns on their heads.
They’re like ‘Respect, bay-bee Jesus’, an’ say they’re wise men from the East End .
Joe goes: ‘If you’re so wise, wotchoo doin’ wiv this Frankenstein an’ myrrh? Why dincha just bring gold, Adidas and Burberry?’
It’s all about to kick off when Gabriel turns up again an’ sez he’s got another message from this Lord geezer.
He’s like ‘The police is comin an’ they’re killin all the bay-bees. You better nash off to Egypt.’
Joe goes ‘You must be monged it you think I’m goin’ dahn Egypt on a minging donkey’
Gabriel sez ‘Suit yerself, pal. But it’s your look out if you stay.’
So they go dahn Egypt till they’ve stopped killin the first-born an’ it’s safe an’ that.
Then Joe and Mary and Jesus go back to Nazaref, an’ Jesus turns water into Stella.





My Goodness - My Guinness

24 12 2007

Oh my God. What a weekend. I seriously think if it wasn’t the best weekend I have ever had in Albania it certainly was pretty damn close. It all started with a rough idea of what we wanted to do, where we wanted to do it and when and how just kinda fell into place.

We wanted good food, good drink and good music. All were achieved and seemingly effortlessly. That’s what happens when you get a bunch of good people together that just gel and get along. From that, the fun is born.

There is no need to get into details as such but just know it was damn good fun and this weekend even had me, Dr Hoox, dancing like a rock version of Michael Flatly (without the Spandex tights!).

Getting home at 3:30am is more like it. I felt young again. I had the power. That was until I woke up at 11am with the worst hangover I have had in a while. But I even managed to put on a smile while recounting the previous nights events in my head. Ok, so I had the help of my camera too!

Key ingredients - 6+ beautiful girls 
My Goodness 01

Walk like an Egyptian - Dance like a Div!
My Goodness 02

Can you heeaarrr meeee?? - Foo Fighters! (In your honour)
My Goodness 03

My Goodness - My Guinness
(I don’t even like the stuff)

My Goodness 04