Well, I’m home now. Christmas down south with Trish’s family was definitely more relaxing than I first imagined. Apart from the flies. We did the things the Dutch way- or maybe it’s just Trish’s family’s way, but it involved doing the whole presents thing on Christmas Eve. Present wise, the highlight for me was definitely from The ‘Grid. She gave me a big, squashy parcel that turned out to be the bath towel I left at her apartment when I was in New York at the beginning of the year! I’ve washed it you know, she said. Very amusing I thought; top marks to The ‘Grid. (I should mention that she also got me the Fight Club DVD… which I didn’t leave at her apartment).
Trish made all of her presents this year- and had far more success than I ever remember anyone else who trod the lonely homemade path having. She made me a bag for my laptop from some kind of bomb-proof fabric. And I like it. It’s a far cry from maccaroni necklaces that’s for sure.
But it’s good to be home… to another mini-Christmas on Boxing Day. Mum and dad got me socks, aftershave, fifty quid that I’m not allowed to spend on booze and The Dada Almanac. Result!