merry errol christmas, babies!

JJ dusts off his santa outfit.

Today is a very sad day. Not because it’s Christmas, although to be honest, something about Christmas does kinda give us all a case of the wretched melancholies at times. We’re sad cause it’s the time of year when we and the interns have to scatter out of the Errol office and …. actually survive without each other. IT’S ALMOST INHUMAN!

I am also traumatised by the fact that when I went to buy some last minute stuff at the fruit shop in Bondi Road I was confronted by a man shopping in nothing but speedoes. I mean, yes, I am also guilty of often not wanting to wear pants. But it’s a really hot day today, and I am fairly sure Jesus did not intend the Eve of his birth to be celebrated by fat hairy men whacking on speedoes and sweating all over the mangoes in the Bondi Road Fruitologist. Gross.

Right now Kiki is back home in the Hills preparing for a big ole Irish Catholic Christmas extravaganza, Lozzy’s flown back to Brisbane to spend time with Queenslanders (ugh) – also known as her relatives – and I’m at my parents’ place having a heated discussion about whether bacon and egg rolls are an acceptable meal to serve on Christmas Day. I say yes.

I am also doing important things like annoying my dog:

Poor Dolly Parton.

Tomorrow I imagine we’ll all be doing the same thing, namely, eating and drinking until we pass out. Happy Birthday, Jesus!

Needless to say it was a hell of a year. First column in Rugby League Player, first video appearances on nrl.com … first time Sassy ever left the pub early (just to watch the Four Nations).

Thank you all for being such loyal readers, commenters and perves … can’t wait to see you next year.

Love and kisses from the Errol gang xx