Hey nonny NONNY!!

BurHA! So it's been a while, the festive season is such a one to twist and disturb even the best laid plans, and lets face it, mine are rarely that. So christmas went down like a reasonably greased mouthful of turkey - a decent feast by all accounts, but clearly a pauper's crumb compared to mum's home cooking >_< well fed we settled in to watch 'Kenny' which I'm given to understand is quite big at home, but here we hadn't heard a murmur of it. Was nice to sit in a room full of Australians and bask in the Australianinity of such a movie on christmas. Unfortunately I don't think we had any actual real life brits at british christmas, but we did have a hollandaise and a chillesian, which I felt atleast made it a bit european. A couple of days before christmas TimTim - the masked linguist joined us, then a couple of days after christmas the world famous journalist Ben Haywood, accompanied by his partner in grime Katrina - educator extraordinaire, came also. Somewhere in the midst of this Stevenplatz - the German Gyspy of a thousand photos - slipped the border patrols and managed to make it to our rendezvous at Stratford train station.

With this crew we enjoyed assorted escapades, most memorable probaby Windsor castle, a grand monument to what was once a MIIIIGHTYYYY empire (also the castle is lucky enough to be right next to the shop where I bought my first sword - Hey nonny nonny!). Then unfolded that alcohol lubricated madness that is NYE. I remember madness with germans, madness with italians, and madness with australians. Actually this time I believe we had an authentic brit to validate proceedings. That was nice.

Oh yeah, I redid the old head.