Excuse me if this blog rambles. I'm mothered.
Myself and a very good friend of mine decided to make this christmas a Heavy Metal Christmas (throw your horns up!!). We donned our favourite, mankiest metal t shirts, mine a tatty, holey Slayer jobbie, my friend's a Motorhead T shirt that is still resplendent with bloodstains from the last time Motorhead visited these shores. We dug out the doc martens and the chuck taylors. Only music of the metal ilk could grace our stereo; Slayer, Motorhead, Chimaira, Sepultura, Helmet, Sabbath. It has been a very beautiful thing. Heads were banged, people: Heads were banged. We bought ourselves a whole keg of Steinlager, a very potent local brew. It's been two days now since Christmas, and we're almost there. I can see three blurry keyboards in front of me as I write, and I'm quite proud of how many spelling mistakes I haven't made.
Have a very, very Beery Pissedmas, and a happy New Year all of my friends at UNRV.