Christmas and New Year

By fletch Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

Had a good time really at Christmas! I mean, I’ve never had a shite one if I’m honest but part of me can be a bit scrooge mcduck because there’s often a lot of faffing about involved and I don’t really enjoy faffing. I mean someone asked me what I might be doing at Christmas this year back in October?!

Anyhow on the big day we woke up to a great Christmassy scene on the boat which since I’ve only got it for six months was definitely what we wanted to do. The heating had come on so the bedroom was nice and warm, I started a fire and we opened our presents whilst drinking brews in front of the woodburner. Picture the scene! The canal was frozen there was still some snow about and everything else was frosty, it looked brilliant.

After the presents we headed off to Jens mums in the beast (which has now got new tyres!) with a boot crammed full of booze.

The barn was awesome, christmas lunch was great and we even had a video session on skype with my folks in Bolton which was drunken but fun, perhaps that’s the future?!

Booze-wise I did alright, white russians and rum had been the order of the day, at least until the very end of the night when the ice-luge came out and shots of almost anything we could find went down it. I miraculously felt fine the next day but Jen was destroyed.

Never the less, on boxing day we drove up north to see Bolton in the flesh and we had a couple of days up there before getting back down to London where Jen moved into her new flat. I went back to work and quite enjoyed it, it was nice being in alone with a few tunes on and I managed to finish of a few things and get ready for the new year, so much so in fact that I took new years eve off to spend on the boat….

Oh christ. Then I made a heinous error.

It was early afternoon and I’d just filled up the watertank on-board the old boat when I hopped off the front of it onto the bank to moor it up… only I didn’t quite make it. Yes. I fucking fell in. My toe just about made the bank but the rest of me didn’t. I fucking FELL IN THE CANAL.

Imagine yourself struggling to get out of the side of a swimming pool and that’s kind of how I went in. I landed a bit on the bank but mostly in the water, it went roughly up to my chest and I scrambled out absolutely STINKING. Pockets immediately full of grit somehow despite only being in there for a moment.

The bloke from the boat next door popped his head out and took a couple of seconds to look me up and down. He observed a freezing, sodden, northern stinker on the towpath and said “I thought that was a bit of a big splash for a dog” before disappearing and allowing the rest of his family out for a good laugh.

Bollocks. Ah well, it had to happen I suppose. I hadn’t even had a drink for fucks sake!

Saw the new year in at Jen’s bros (where I also washed my rank canal outfit) and then brought them over to the boat for a cruise on new years day. They ended up staying the night and then we cruised about 15 miles further into town the next day too so I’m now moored.. wait for it.. in Zone 2! Hooray, I’m getting back into the city. Some pictures below!

Here I huddle round the fire after waking up at the front of the boat in the freezing cold.

This is part two of the cruise into London. ’bout time I got back into the city I think.

Happy new year everyone.

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