As troublesome teenagers we took it in turns to ruin christmas.
Usually an over indulgence of festive spirit on xmas eve would do the trick and at least one of us would spend all day in our rooms, occasionally vomiting loudly enough to be heard by the remaining diners. Once, my brother got arrested too for some harmless high jinks - which put him ahead on points for quite a while.
A wonderfully stony silence would be maintained by mum while the rest of us tried to suppress a gag reflex brought on by the same, (if somewhat lesser symptoms) and the smell of the roast.
Grandad woke up the whole street being a Lancaster bomber on the way back from the pub, then pissed in the sink and missed a bit. Quite a bit.
Happy days.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Mon 23 Dec 2013, 0:03, Reply)