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Isn’t Boxing Day the day after Christmas – when everyone in England takes all the empty boxes from the Christmas presents and…um…and they take them and…uh…after they’re empty…and…

*walks away muttering*

According to Wikipedia (the source of all fact), Boxing day is the day one gives gifts to one’s employees, the poor, and to persons of lower social class.

With that in mind, and in the words of the great Richard Pryor, I’d like to buy everybody a beer. One mutherfuckin’ beer.

Lower social class…?

So…I should be makin’ out really well about now?

Friggin’ upper classes. Always short-changin’ me. Didn’t get jack shit today.

How do you make an idiot laugh on boxing day?
Tell him a joke on Christmas Eve!

Ha.

Happy Boxing Day, Stoaty and Uncle B! Lemme know who wins and how many rounds it went.

BTW, S, is that you peeking in every now and then from Southend-on-Sea? Neat name. Hope you’re both settling in nicely.

Heya, Brain. When I run Uncle B’s IP, it usually shows up as Amsterdam, for some strange reason. But, yeah…Southend on Sea is probably me. I’m not in Southend on Sea, exactly, but I do walk down my blogroll every day.

It’s like telling the rosary.

Happy Boxing Day!

Shows as Amsterdam here, Weaz.

(Thanks for your comment, by the way, Your Grace.)

Boy you weren’t kidding, it wasn’t what I thought. I have a few friends in Canada who make a big deal about hitting the shops for the after Xmas sales…so I thought it had to do with the near brawls with the other after Xmas sales crazies.

…to give gifts or time off for the less fortunate? Umm….knowing them people, doesn’t happen.

‘ere now, Guvner – wot’s in the box? It won’t be any of those cheap Chinee-dubbed video tapes again, will it? The missus don’t much care for them, Guvner. ‘as one o them other boxes got chocolates in them, Guv? The missus likes ’em even if the Doc says ‘er liver is goin’. Let me open all the boxes, all of em says I, and I’ll be tellin you , Gov, wot each of them other servants is deservin’ of, I will, Guv.

You do that too well, Lokki!

Well, JW, it’s in my blood going back generations, but I’ve also had some training that Dawn should take to heart. I learned this in Atlanta – and it’s best summed up in that Georgian expression:

” A shut moutf doan’ get fed”

By the way, JW – wot’s in that nice box you got under your arm, eh. Something tasty, perhaps? Lemmme see that.