We serve hard drinks in here for men who want to get drunk fast, and we don't need any characters around to give the joint "atmosphere".
HO HO HO
Today was a glorious day. The sun was shining, the ground was frosty and the the world saw the first appearance of Santowski Clause. He dressed up in the suit provided and headed into each classroom dealing out gifts to the little kids of Cheonan.
The problem here is that he was one of the least convincing Santas since Brian Blessed ate most of Zsa Zsa Gabor's favourite sheep skin rug. Not one of the kids, even the youngest, fell for the disguise but this did not set back our hero as he is made of stronger stuff. Even the teachers using his real name did not stop him from staying in character (now I know why Batman kept his identity secret). A professional to the end, he is available for fund raisers and book signings for a nominal fee.
Still, all the kids managed to pretend for my sake and seemed to have a bit of fun with it. There are some pictures up on the photo site of Santowski along with pictures of his alter-ego teaching in his first weeks here.
I hope that everyone is keeping well back home or wherever you are, and a big thanks to those of you who sent me cards and gifts -
My Mum
Barry and Julie Whittington
My Gran Grant
George and Marion Buchanan
My Godmother - Christine Buchanan
Rabbie Chatwin and Claire Medine
David Porteous
Claire Ritchie
I have put these in order of cards received so that nobody gets the hump with me. Great big thankyou to you everyone that took the time, and a slap on the wrists to those of you that didn't bother your arse's.
Jingle Bells - What else are you going to do with them?
posted by Alanowski @ 11:55 am
5 Comments:
I didn't see any pictures of you Dressed as Santa in there, Al. I do think that the boy in the middle of "Enormous Turnip Cast" is destined to become obsessed with a precious ring, lose all his hair and die in a volcano related accident. Take a look, I'm sure you'll see what I mean.
I just don't know this quote =P
Claire Ritchie suspected -- as did I and others -- that your address was a rather poor running joke in your e-mails. We all have egg fried rice on our faces now.
Off work today so I can buy carrots and be measured for a kilt.
DFP (once called Santa by cruel children who were subsequently "disappeared")
I had hoped that some of my readers would be able to negotiate the photo page without any troubles, I was wrong.
Click on the next page button (at the bottom I think) and you can see the pics of myself wearing an ill fitting fake beard.
Oh and Tracey, yes please some snow. But make it not too cold, and be sure to stop any of it icing up and causing me to fall over.
Ok, so I didn't see the next page thing. Nobody is perfect, but I think it's unwise to criticise the guy who's closest.
If I hadn't already seen pictures of you shaved (careful) then I would probably have just thought you'd taken the facial hair thing too far. Don't be bummed about the kids not believing you were Santa, most kids don't believe. They pretend so as to keep Christmas special for their parents; just to see their enormous faces light up on Christmas morning.
I once went into hysterics because I couldn't get to sleep (so Santa thus would not come) and it's one of my parents' favourite Christmas memories. I didn't actually believe. After all, I was 22.
That Cliff Richard album is good, by the way.
DFP (Somethin' is goin' on!)
A little note abouit Burnside:
I had given him some Czech Krones to get changed to usable money when he was in town....... He came home and it was 30 quid.
"thirty exactly?"
"Well I bought myself a Kitkat with the change"
Merry Jesusmas everyone!
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