Bad Losers (On Yahoo Chess)

Hola Blogola!

Well I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas (those of you who celebrate it anyway) and that you’re recovering now without too much trauma of the over-stuffed belly variety.   Were you all good girls and boys?  Did Santa bring you your heart’s desire or did he frown and bring you a “Twilight” DVD and make you cry?  Then you need to behave better this year, loser.  Or he’ll bring you the sequels.

I did no entertaining, no visiting, nothing at all except be lazy and devour chocolate like it was about to be illegal, then wash it down with some delicious Pimms and Advocaat  (not at the same time, I’m not a Philistine).

I know Advocaat is considered a really old person’s drink by many people, but I like it.  It is delicious and creamy and outstandingly tasty and despite what people might tell you, nothing like eggnog at all (I dislike eggnog) and especially ravishing when combined with Sprite and lime juice thus making it a cocktail known as a “Snowball”. 

You people over in the UK know all about Snowballs, i.e., you all know the undeniable allure of the Snowball, even if you refuse to admit it.  In fact, ladies now and then will go to a bar and sweetly ask the bartender to mix them one and it’s perfectly acceptable, but a man could never actually order a Snowball in a bar for himself unless he wanted the bartender to possibly * tase his bollocks then confiscate his man card.

* I mean here that the bartender would tase the guy's bollocks, not his OWN bollocks because what would be the point in that, it's painful and stupid and he'd drop the liquor.

If a guy’s going to buy himself a Snowball in a pub he might as well order it while wearing  a t-shirt featuring a decal of a unicorn knitting a pink sweater and teabagging George Michael. 

Despite this, if you’ve never had Advocaat you must rush out and get some immediately.  Otherwise remain a savage Plebian forever, your choice.  No pressure.

What was I saying?  Oh yes, Christmas.  I did not even leave the house apart from ten minutes on Christmas Day when I had to go buy some Sprite during a snowstorm (it was that or drink alcohol neat and I’m too much of a classy lady to do such a thing – or at least to tell you about it), meaning I had to walk through knee deep, unploughed snow in boots with no tread which made me look like I was possibly born with Rickets. 

Despite my “do nothing at all” mantra, I did manage to finish the following panting. I haven’t decided what I think of it yet, however, I’m impressed with myself for the fact it’s neither blue nor green, therefore victory is obviously mine.

Anyway, I just noticed that this entry blows, therefore, I am going to slink away and do something mischievous elsewhere. Maybe SOUTH Dakota.
 
Be good.

P.S. There’s a prize to the first person who can tell me what album I was listening to all over Christmas – there’s a clue in this entry somewhere.

P.P.S.  The prize is my adoration and a big, fat nothing.  You’re welcome.