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It is Christmas Day, and the piss up has begun. Well, not specifically. More like my mum has started cooking and I'm very sure more wine goes in her than the food. Needless to say, my dad got me very practical presents, as always. I thought this would have ended after I finished school, what with the old potions books with 'I hope you find this ( Read more... )

By Merlin, I forgot how crass those of you in the year below us were. 'Hot French Girls' is all you have? Where's the sophistication, the taste, the self control? I don't know how I forgot you're all the types of guys who sit and look at women and go 'guh....tits!' which is all very well and good as long as you don't SAY IT. That's more likely to ( Read more... )

Well, that was good birthday, by my reckoning. My parents took me to watch the Quidditch, which was GREAT as always, even if we lost to Puddlemere. Damn them. Then, as is the tradition when you get older than say...15, I went out with some people from work and got royally plastered. You know, the sort of drunk that flys in the face of all medical ( Read more... )

I hate this whole 'GO HOME YOU'RE ILL' doctrine. I wasn't even that bad. I just had a sore throat. Apparently, asking the Healer in charge of your group if he's got any cough sweets is not the best thing to do ( Read more... )

I have found the downside to having my parents visit for Sunday lunch, instead of going to them. My dad has this spectacular ability to find fault in everything ( Read more... )