If it's Christmas, it means time for a Traditional Family Christmas. And that means the Traditional Christmas Family Argument.

My Dad is lecturing One Of His Sons about how You Know Where You Went Wrong * (yes, I know that is the name of a very old, obscure Pet Shop Boys song). Now, whenever my Dad says things like this, he immediately sounds like he's telling you off, even if he isn't, but it's just the way he got used to talking to people. You Know Son, You Should Be Ruler Of The World By Now. What You Need To Do Is... SHUT UP DAD.

People don't like having their noses rubbed in it. And whats to say that these things aren't the things that people haven't already said to themselves?

After this, which sees an ineffectual Dad trying to reach out to his kids but ending up with him lambasting them, we listen to him bore us for thirty minutes talking about parking tickets, whilst frantic text messages fly across networks... "Help! Save Us!" we plead. Wheels screech over a motorway to salvage us.

Back to my brothers, where we talk rubbish, debate the security at Robbie William's Knebworth show, all manner of popculture rubbish, and eventually drive over to Mark's Mum And Dad (Mark being a friend I have known since I was 11 : he lives about a mile from here), where we play with pets, eat sweets, and have a lovely christmas.

Overall, a brilliant day. So much better than Christmas 1997, my last Christmas at my Dad's in Birmingham, which I spent sorting out all my bills. Oh, and Spike is my favourite British cat : Maeve is American. She even purrs with an accent, I reckon.

We have concluded that Jaws 4 : The Revenge is better than Jaws 3-D, because Dennis Quaid and Sammy Gosset Jr are no match for the acting talent of Michael Caine and Mario Van Peebles, and Supergirl is better than Superman IV because of Peter O Toole. Taht does not however, make Santa Claus:The Movie, any good. You knows it..

Night Night.
- posted by Mark @ 2:53 am