Have Yourselves a Lovely Christmas

Never in a partial month of Sundays did I expect to turn up in the UK for Butler Sheetmetal’s Christmas do and find the weather almost as cold and snowy as Cleveland – you note I say almost.

Something else I expected even less was Jasper ‘looking well’. I swear he looked three years younger than the last time I clapped eyes on him; and that was probably three years ago. Especially seeming he’d caned a litre and a half of Asda’s premier cooking sherry the night previously. Maybe he’s pickling himself younger by means of a Benjamin Button-esque reverse aging process. Not that there’s much chance of him turning into Brad Pitt.

I fear he’ll probably get stuck looking like a whispy, deep-fried turnip.

While it’s nigh on impossible to seamlessly move from Scotland and turnips to footie you can’t fault the Butler boys having nabbed a few season tickets to watch Burnley (not that getting on the Turf is my festive highlight or anything). Nor can you fault the game against Arsenal. So bring on Bolton. Oh, and don’t be pestering Matt for a borrow of one unless you’ve got a sizeable order up your sleeve.

So, without further ado (as I’ve got to now go and drop all the presents off at John’s) may you have a very Merry Christmas.