Operation Northern Santa

Now, there are certain people that would suggest that driving 180 miles in the stinkiest, crappiest nasty pea soup fog of the year just to deliver a couple of presents and a card to an old friend would be a waste of time, an un-necessary risk, possibly not sensible.

Well, these folks obviously have no soul, and haven't met me, my sense of fun and my taste for JFDI'ing it! They can in fact, to quote my old vodka monstering friend, Big Gay Al (no, no, not the one in Yorkshrie who WAS actually gay)... "kiss my stinky ring" !!!!

It was a good trip out.