A Tad Late But Better Late Than Never

Ha Ha Ha … Ho Ho Ho. It started with a yum, yum feed at Molly’s. I thought I’d walked into the Only Way is Essex. The style was gobsmacking and I was decidedly underdressed … including the napper. See them hairdresser Babes! They sure got the Wow factor.

There were skirts short enough to make your eye’s water and legs that kept going on and on. Short stop here was awed and then some. I want to know how I ended up 4’11” with size 2 feet. Even 5’ 4” and size 3 would do me happily ever after. I make up for it by moaning though … TeeHee.

Alan and the Maine mineral peeps were out on the raz. Good job we warmed their seats for them. It was a wee bit cool outside and there was a queue at the fire to warm the bums. Libby keeps that fire well stoked.

I had pork and leek sausages with champ and onion gravy. It was enough to feed two so I got a carry out container. Waste not, want not.

The Dude had the peppered chicken and the Chick had the chilli beef tortilla. Oh my goodness. You got to hand it to Libby, Shelley and Sammy … the food is very, very good indeed. We have eaten at the Europa a few times and it does not hold a candle to Molly’s. Mickey was … taking the Michael out of everyone the bad boy.  

There was a lovely party atmosphere. I like that. The festive season in full swing warms the cockles’ peeps.

We followed the Maine lads to the Royal British Legion Club. Greater craic was had by all. I’m now the adoptive mamma of Smiler. He is well named. Smiler aka Brian is the most happy and personable lad you are ever likely to meet.

I thought I was gonna have to pull the Dude out from behind that bar. She can’t help herself. Pulling pints is a passion it seems. That and Man U. Go figure.

Yet another poor taxi driver took me home and is now in a home for the bewildered. I was too wasted to put the code in the gate and tried to climb over the fence. As only yours truly madly can do, I got stuck half way. If only someone was there to film it for you’ve been framed. The ribs are sore. One has not had a good night out unless there is injury to add to insult. It was a great night.

It’s Karaoke this Friday (December 23^rd). I hope I don’t get the urge to croon. My screeching is sure to make the revellers ears bleed. My best advice is to unplug the microphone. I’ll be none the wiser peeps.

The Dude took me to Shuh in Belfast and I bought these killer boots to wear. What’s the bet I fall off them? Even money or 10/1?

I will report back from A&E. May as well make use of it while we can. Put pen to paper my dears and save the Causeway Hospital. Antrim is a long way away if you have a heart attack or serious accident.

I hope you have all had a very merry Christmas and that 2012 is all you could wish for. MMx