Lincoln Christmas Market

'Hang on young Gazimp / Loves Nothing, this isn't the market...... this is some war memorial with a blurry moon in the background'

Indeed it is. Last night myself and my partner in crime Miss B decided to mooch up to the market (200,000 visitors in 3 days). It was 6.20pm and we decided to pop into the Magna Carta pub and wait for the crowds to die down.

We left at midnight. I was rat-arsed on lager, sambuca and mulled wine. The market will be back next year, and if the Magna Carta is lucky so will we.

In other news getting up at 9.00am the next day to go and see my bro and his family wasn't exactly a welcome occurence. It was of course made much better for seeing them all, especially my gorgeous nephew Isaac. If you head over the thehutch's journal and click on today you'll see a picture of Isaac with yours truly showing him some stuff on my phone. Touching times.