Not really felt like writing this with all that’s going on, but just a quickie.

Christmas Eve can probably best be described by the SMSs I received.

4am Christmas Day, from Doris:

Where are you? I’ve been waiting for 4 hours. I’m going home.

11.30am Christmas Day, from Gunther:

God, are you up already? I feel awful.

11.33am Christmas Day, from Gunther:

Mulled wine $40. Lager $50. Singing Christmas hymns in a girle bar? Priceless.

11.35am Christmas Day, from Gudmond:

On my way. Just got to get rid of Doris.

11.37am Christmas Day, from another mate:

On my way. Just got to get rid of Doris. Is there a cashpoint on your road?

On Christmas Day, the lads came round my place for awful homemade mulled wine (so you’re meant to sieve it?) and a few minces and then we headed to a restaurant for Christmas dinner, erm, with candied yams, a few festive lagers and blazers. Well two lads had blazers, I’d not picked mine up yet, which apparently ruined Gunther’s Christmas. So he called The Tailor To The MLCCC, who, on Christmas Day, walked to LKF and gave me my blazer. Brilliant.

We hung out in Bit Point, next to the jukebox. All selections of 10 had to include at least two Queen songs and Last Christmas. I have a brilliant video of me and a mate singing Don’t Stop Me Now. Well mainly me. Quite badly. Alas, it has too many faces and names to post. Maybe I could post just the sound. Erm, no, better not, you’d hear me getting the words wrong and that’s sacrilege!

It was another Perfect Storm. Everyone was on form. We ended up getting girls in our blazers and singing in Hardy’s. We spent ages sorting out MLCCC rules, coming up with ideas and goals, and assigning club positions. One of the lads is writing it all up. There will be a club website of course.

We got busted. A guy walked up to Gunther and said “You must be the MLCCC?” “Ah! Talk to him!” Turned out to be a nice American guy who reads this rubbish!

In Hardy’s, Gunther, Gudmond and I sang The Twelve Days Of Christmas. It’s all about The Five baby. Then, the band requested that I sang There Once Was A Lassy (With A Fat Hairy Assy), which I managed to cock up a little bit, missed out a couple of verses. Up again, we sang Oh Come All Ye Faithful and Silent Night. The reason for the season baby.

Screw it. Here’s more proof that no one can do Mercury:

Shooting Star
Good Time
On My Way To Mars
Hilarious, Splendid

[All MP3 and less than 700 KB]

One word. Ale.