Sunday
Today I shall be leaving the wet and mouldy Albion for a snowy and frosty Mittel Europa. This means much lower temperatures but also fur coats, Christmas markets, hot mead, mulled wine, slivovica and lots of lovely, lovely traditional Christmas food. Provided I can heave myself away from all that feasting, I shall post about whatever catches my meta-contextual eye. Or may be I'll just write about anything that still makes sense after drinking the fierce regional spirits.
I shall return to celebrate the New Year in London with the rest of the Samizdatistas.

Ooooh! Mulled wine! Yum! I wish I was there!
Posted by Perry de Havilland at December 16, 2002 12:32 AM
Now the bitter-girl is really, really bitter! have some glog for me, and about 800 oriskove tatranky, if you're of like mind on those little heavenly bits of sugar!
Posted by shannon at December 16, 2002 09:12 PM
Mead was a great drink of the Anglo Saxons.
When I go to York I often buy a bottle (as a present for friends) - here in Kettering no one seems to have heard of the stuff.
Still no drinking for me. Christmas is a busy time for Security Guards - and the run up to Christmas is a time for lots of retail guarding (the worst kind).
Perhaps this is why guards tend to hate Christmas - but then we tend to hate everything.
Posted by Paul Marks at December 18, 2002 12:18 AM









