To bring some balance... what pisses you off the most about Xmas. Things that get on my tits... 1- Glitter on cards and wrapping paper getting everywhere. 2- Mars- They make celebrations tubs and have shrunk the tubs every year since launch thinking folk won't realise 3- Novelty Reindeer antlers
Dates. I'm sure when I was a kid my mum dragged out the same box of the disgusting things every year, and no sod ever ate them. Like who decided a packet of shrivelled camel turds was ever a Christmas treat?
Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. ACS signed it. And ACS's name was good upon 'Change for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a doornail.
The biggest trauma is doing "normal" things - just wanted to but some socks in M&S this week and stuck in a queue for bloody ages
Children - to much shrieking, attention needed and noise while I'm trying to get my post Xmas meal nap in. Just go stick that fork in the plug socket and see what happens kids.
Aye, my weekly trip to deposit cash at the post office took an eternity yesterday because of all the twats wanting post cards and parcels.
Mind you - this could always make Xmas more fun at the office party... https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/2...ok-like-reindeer-for-a-weird-christmas-craze/
Right, here's your solution; Take some decent sized medjool dates. Slit them to take out the stone then leave them open (but not completely halved). In a mini food processor (or just chop the fck out of it) put some Chorizo or Nduja, cream cheese, parmesan cheese and blitz. Take little bits of this mix, and put it where the stone was. Close the date, then wrap it in some smoked streaky bacon - about half a thin rasher per date. Secure it with a toothpick and bake. You're welcome.
You're welcome The above looks like a variant on devils on horseback. Just make sure you don't chop your fingers off with all that chopping.
