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No concrete plans as yet (other than the now-traditional weekenders to Hamburg in February and Stockholm in March). Not doing Eurovision this year though - two weeks in Azerbaijan doesn't appeal, funnily enough - so should have more time for baking in the sun and generally doing precisely fuck-all, which will be lovely.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVvDxR8k5LY Albania just chose this for Eurovision. Four minutes of screaming misery. I love it.

We're having a few friends over for sparkling and non-sparkling beverage devastation accompanied by bad Eurovision DVDs and party food.

Can't help you there, the mother-in-law's a thoroughly decent type. She just has terrible taste in men.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diet_of_Worms

Can you put some in mine too? This place is dry as a bone. A small glass of wine with lunch and that's it. Fortunately things will get a bit sloshier when we're with the less puritanical side of the family tomorrow.

NB. Works less well for porcelain Christmas gifts.

Making a late play for my favourite comparatively obscure release of the year, at least - works surprisingly well in a festive context, but then I'm a crusty old romantic at heart. http://seryn.bandcamp.com/album/this-is-where-we-are

Enough to raise a sweat, but not leave splatter marks on the wall? Exactly. A gentlemanly two-step.

"like a moderate bugger"

If you know where this recipe is chuck a link up Mr Fist :-) 1kg (75) cocktail sausages 2 x 15ml tablespoons sesame oil 125ml/150g honey 2 x 15ml tablespoons soy sauce 1. Preheat the oven to 220c/gas mark 7. 2. Separate the sausages (if linked) and arrange in a large, shallow-sided roasting tin. 3. Whisk together the oil, honey and soy sauce and pour over the sausages, then use your hands (or a couple of spatulas) to move everything about in the tin so that all the sausages are slicked (oo-er). 4. Roast for 25-30 minutes; give them a shuffle about halfway through cooking if you happen to be near the oven. Simple as that!

Got 'em lined up for New Year's too.

And that's what's in the oven right now, since we're doing Swedish Christmas tonight. Meatballs to follow.

DO WANT. Can we swing by? I love Sam's mum to bits but bless her, she's not much cop in the kitchen. Watery turkey and overcooked potatoes ahoy! You'd be more than welcome. We're having breakfast crepes with a french/american lass so the mrs has me faffing about buying booze and making these canapes to bring over. Then I'm cooking a vegetarian xmas dinner, probably allowing for a few walk ins no doubt. Thanks for the card btw! I've been crap and sent all mine out on monday. Yours got here today (ta!). And mine only went out on Monday too. Apparently the post is being surprisingly competent, given the time of year

I wouldn't have minded Mo Farah getting it.

DO WANT. Can we swing by? I love Sam's mum to bits but bless her, she's not much cop in the kitchen. Watery turkey and overcooked potatoes ahoy!

Thing is, if I want to enjoy those songs, I'll just stick on ABBA Gold. No need to see them being poorly sung and poorly acted while being held together by a poor plot.

Happy bidet!

He set up Ba's second goal.

Ahh, unintentionally amusing adverts on dodgy webstreams...

The thin bloke that's inside Stevie and crying to get out? Nah, he's the thin bloke that was swallowed whole when CT devoured a buffet in one sitting, the fat peasant. I manscape, but I don't shave pits, chest or tummy topiary. Will take the trimmer to the fuzzy little patch of hair at the small of my back. What a pointless piece of hair that is by the way. It's just an annoyance, like the carpet round the base of some people's toilet. You fucking what? You can get vouchers for it. Makes an excellent Secret Santa present.

One of the actors in it sang for Portugal in the 1996 Eurovision Song Contest, if that helps to inform your decision at all.

None of Fish's posts received a heroes' welcome.