This we can blame on my family. The specific twig of the family tree which branched out into inventing the Grinch drinking game is, alas, lost to history, but we are all proud of him, from the tall to the small.
The procedure is simple. You lay out a tray of shot glasses filled with shots. You take one every time they say “Hoo”.
They say it eighteen times in the theme song, which they sing three times throughout the show.
No-0ne can ever remember who won.
For all those writers, publishers, editors, bloggers, and journalists out there. Forget the office party and come drink with The Shebeen Club tomorrow night at the Irish Heather!
We’ll be upstairs in the Reading Room this time, at the Irish Heather in Gastown, 217 Carrall Street in Gastown, from 7-9pm. No cover, order off the menu and enjoy the best damn gastropub in the West!
Twas the day before Tuesday, when all through downtown
The email went out inviting Shebeeners down
To the Heather on Tuesday the 19th: tomoz!
For a drink and a nosh and tales of Santa Claus.
We’ll have a fun evening, no lectures to hear,
From seven ’til nine, just a-drinking our beer!
With Lorraine with Grinch earrings and a Santa hat,
You can come as you are, or all dressed up in spats.
And down in the kitchen arises a bashing
The chef is meat grilling and potato mashing.
Order straight off the menu and pay what you nosh
Tear into the butter, and the whiskies quite posh.
“Now Writers! Now Students!
Now, Publishers many!
Come, Poets! Come, Bloggers!
Come, Booksellers, merry!
To the Reading Room of the Heather
At the top of the stairs!
Now party on! Party on!
Don’t put on airs!
We’ll read Chrismas stories, and tell our tall tales
So drop in for a bevvy; I’ll tell about the old jail.
The Heather was lockup in decades gone by
So come down, serve your time drinking Guinness and rye.
The greatest and most moving Christmas classic of all time.
That’s all, folks!
Lydia sent me Dylan Thomas’ A Child’s Christmas in Wales as mp3’s, so I thought I’d share them. Hopefully this will work, as I haven’t got time to tweak Odeo and bend it to my will like I normally do.
UPDATE: Nope, it don’t. Will try to fix it later, wish me luck. This should work.
Part One: [odeo=http://odeo.com/audio/4008963/view]
Part Two: [odeo=http://odeo.com/audio/4009513/view]
It’s beginning to look a lot like has beens, everywhere you go. There’s a feeble attempt to groove, a face too plastic to move, a greedy ex-wife, plus there’s all the blow…
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the legendary punk rocker Billy Idol has finally given up all pretense to cool and released the predictable mid-career Christmas album, twenty years too late. While his voice has always boasted the lushness of port-soaked velvet and may indeed suit the material (or it did a generation ago. like when he released Yellin’ at the Christmas Tree), let’s just say that celebrating the birth of the baby Jesus in song isn’t the very first thing that comes to mind when I think of Billy Idol.
Listen to a bizarrely country-themed yet shockingly not half bad Winter Wonderland here. And while you’re there, you can order Billy Idolwear, including thongs! As if anyone close to Billy wears underwear…
And just for auld lang syne:
“Yellin’ At The Xmas Tree“
(Billy Idol/Brian Tichy)
When I was a small boy
Here in London town
Seasons snow was falling on the ground
All the friends and family
Here on Christmas Eve
Gather round to dress
The Christmas tree
But daddy’s down at the pub
Full of Christmas cheer
Probably won’t come home
Until next year
[Chorus:]
Oh the Christmas bells are ringing
And the carolers are singing
But Daddy, he don’t hear ’em
He’s yellin’ at the Christmas tree
Santa’s balls are jingling
Mommy’s hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he don’t hear ’em
He’s yellin, he’s yellin’
At the Christmas tree
All right now yeah…
Uncle is a sports fan
Granny likes a joke
But no one laughs when
Daddy’s stumbles home
But he don’t fall asleep
Wah! The night was getting black
You see, oh God,
Dad had too much Jack
Oh Lord!
Every year is the same old thing
Like Rudolph’s red nose
Telling this story will never get old
[Chorus]
Well alright now yeah…
Well alright now…
Yellin’ at the Christmas tree
Santa came down the chimney
But then he ran upstairs
Jumped in bed with Mommy
She didn’t care
Across the room went the fruitcakes
Ah, the wreath came off the door
If these are holidays I can take no more
Every year it’s the same old thing
Like Rudolph’s red nose
Hearing this story will never get old
[Chorus]
Santa’s balls are jingling
Mommy’s hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he don’t hear ’em
He’s yellin’
He’s yellin’ at the Christmas tree
Well alright now yeah…
He’s yellin’ at the Christmas tree
He’s yellin’ at the Christmas tree
He’s yellin’ at the Christmas tree
He’s sleeping it the Christmas tree
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