Merry KISSmas

Licking our own wounds on a daily basis.
















Xmas means a few things to me and Our Lass

1) We realise our collective wardrobes aren't meant for any climate, especially one like ours- it wasn't that long since She Who Must Wear Converse had to get over a bout of trench foot-Im glad she quit hanging out wi the punks, now she wears semi-sensible footwear.  Sort of...


2) Mulled wine doesnt agree with either of us, but I perservere like the trooper I am.

(one girl two cups...)

3) All the sequels are put on telly.

4) Those who have snuck down South, make the pilgrimage back up to the steel-stinger of the North.  They mite moan about the weather (is it really that much warmer down int' Big Smoke?), they mite shout at taxi drivers (if you insult City Cars-they wont come anymore) and they mite show amazement that you can get a takeaway pizza for less than 4 quid (should you still buy it though?!) - but we still love 'em!!

5) We're not children, no matter how much we wanna do massive skids on the ice, you can't skid in heels-it just dun't work, epspecially if you're trying to get up a curb, apparently force + no friction does not help you defy gravity or create your own up-thrust.  Knees-a-GoGo.


Anyway- just come down and see us at the The Lescar (J'taime Les Car...) Christmas eve, 8pm onwards-we will be there to think you under the table, dance you off the floor and generally win you at life.

ASBO Love xxx
PS I didnt hang up on you, I just put the fone down while you were still talking...
PPS. Watching Lykke Li session ''A Milli'' is much like watching Our Lass bin herself round the dance floor when we drop it at an ASBO...its warming my heart just thinkin ov it...