A right old Knees up.

It was a brilliant Christmas Day.
It started out like Eastenders and ended up like La Cage aux Folles. Hosted by D and R at our local, we all bought food (I was on retro nibbles with drinks duty). There were tears in the kitchen and hugs had to be administered before a delicious turkey lunch was served. Huge it was, there was even a Jerk ham and Yorkshire puddings! Then onto the pudding puddings, a magnificent trifle (thanks C) Xmas pudding (thanks S's mum) profiteroles and cheesecake (thanks Sainsburys). It was rude not to try them all. Drink was flowing, and a singsong was inevitable. A few Christmas carols to start, and the whisky came out. S who is a member of the Edinburgh gay choir and has a fabulous voice sang : My love is like a red red rose. And there was a hush. Before long we were all singing The Proclaimers' 500 miles, and there were a few tears during the rendition of Sunshine on a Leith. It was late and now it was just the hardcore. Barbra Streisand was the flavour of the hour, and thank god everyone was off their tits at this point, because they won't remember me singing 'Evergreen'. Barbra would have poured molten lead into her ears had she heard me. Then 'Jessie and Bessie' took to the stage. It was camp as fuck and funny as fuck. Marvellous. And just before I stumbled home at 3.30 I was serenaded by D and R who sang their favourite love song to me. Excellent day. My head is a teeny bit sore now.