What is on your personal wish list this year?
What I would really like is some direction in life.
Failing that, books please.
Share a fond childhood Christmas memory…
My mum’s ex boyfriend’s crazy Irish father used to take cracker jokes seriously. By this I mean that they would take up pretty much the whole of Christmas dinner. We would each have to read our cracker joke and then wait while everyone else at the table was forced to try and guess the answer. If you attempted to have another conversation during the guessing of the cracker jokes, he would yell at you.
He also had this terrifying claw hand. He chopped the end of his index finger off in some accident or other. I guess it must have been just below his cuticle, because this claw-like spike of nail grew out the end of his finger stump. It was pretty much as gross as you’re imagining.