Off Topic The Christmas Thread

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My dad started a tradition about 15 years ago of writing a quiz , he spends months on it and takes it proper serious there is a picture round and everything ...his grandkids love it and used to talk about it all December and now they are older they all write out one too , its like bloody university challenge Xmas day . To be fair I always take the piss out of it and moan about it, but it’s become such a tradition I’ve realised I’ll really miss it when it’s gone one day , so I embrace it now, plus it helps that me and the wife are back to back defending champions <laugh>
I just love stories like this
I have this idea of the other family members studying all year round or trying to find Dads questions throughout the year <laugh>
 
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I just love stories like this
I have this idea of the other family members studying all year round or trying to find Dads questions throughout the year <laugh>
Safely in the loft , he every now and then drops a taster question in to other family events - just to get a feel of the reaction like a performer doing a warm up gig - he’s retired now so has even more time to prepare <laugh>
 
My first Christmas with my grandson, can't wait, his face already lights up every time he sees the trees (yes, trees, they're everywhere, the missus always goes a bit over the top, there's three up already and she's still not started the main one).

Special times Lambo, cherish the moment as grandkids are brilliant. I know as I have four. Best wishes to you and yours for Christmas and the new year.
 
Love standing at the bar on Boxing Day smelling like a wilderbeast.

Having moved away from Hull as a thirteen year old to Hurworth On Tees (now home of Middlesbrough's training centre), I have fond memories of The Bay Horse. Once of age, my family and I and many of the village met on Christmas Day for an early lunchtime drink before heading home for our respective feasts and family feuds. The place reeked of Old Spice, Wills Whiffs, Hamlets and Tom Thumbs and most of the dads and grandads were sporting new shirts, cardigans or pullovers.

I didn't really appreciate it at the time but there was a real sense of community which I miss and does not exist in my world today. Best wishes to you all.
 
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Having moved away from Hull as a thirteen year old to Hurworth On Tees (now home of Middlesbrough's training centre), I have fond memories of The Bay Horse. Once of age, my family and I and many of the village met on Christmas Day for an early lunchtime drink before heading home for our respective feasts and family feuds. The place reeked of Old Spice, Wills Whiffs, Hamlets and Tom Thumbs and most of the dads and grandads were sporting new shirts, cardigans or pullovers.

I didn't really appreciate it at the time but there was a real sense of community which I miss and does not exist in my world today. Best wishes to you all.


I really miss the pre-Christmas lunch (although we called it dinner) drink in the pub. If we were eating at my Mums parents it would be in Crooked Billet or Four in Hand. If we were at my Dads parents it'd be Drum and Cymbals.

Everyone was always in such a good mood in my rose tinted memory.
 
I really miss the pre-Christmas lunch (although we called it dinner) drink in the pub. If we were eating at my Mums parents it would be in Crooked Billet or Four in Hand. If we were at my Dads parents it'd be Drum and Cymbals.

Everyone was always in such a good mood in my rose tinted memory.
Endike for me with my grandad
Then bridges with my dad.
All 4 of them gone now
 
Endike for me with my grandad
Then bridges with my dad.
All 4 of them gone now

I would have been next door Chazz in Cavalier, then home to 21st Ave to try and put 16 of us around a makeshift table, which was impossible to walk round. It was that cramped, we had to take it in turns to lean forward to get a fork full of food off your plate.

Always had a barrel of beer in the garden complete with gas and a pump.

Five of the sixteen no longer with us.


The best times.

Merry Christmas.