HBG

I lost £50 on that silly prat Harrison. Another Bruno, big, black cowards who shit themselves when confronted with someone who hurts them.

I'm wrong about the colour, of course, Bugner shit himself when silly Bruno tapped him on the chin.

I love boxing, but it's a sport taken over by Wagners, wankers.

Relampago

The traditional food in Christmas, at least in Spain, are candy as the mazapán, turrón, polvorones, etc, or meats like the turkey. Are traditional candies in these days, but doesn't mean that you don't eat another thing, they usually eat after each dinner of Christmas, that depends of each family. For example, in my home, the king is usually the shellfish, but there are also some salad, meat of lamb, etc. And after, with the coffee, cider, cava, etc, the mazapanes, turrones, polvorones, peladillas, and any other candies

Dick Dasterdly

Christmas pud with brandy and white sauce plus Christmas spice cake with marzipan and proper iceing together with a glass of ginger wine will knock that lot into a cocked hat.

Thats all after the turkey,stuffing apple sauce,yorkshire pud,veg and trimmings of course.

Oh and don't forget the brussels,..most important.

I usually kick off the day with the giblets for breakfast.
vely,vely tasty,...my favourite of all,.. yum yum.

jimenato

Sprouts, Yes!!

But your breakfast is all wrong. Last night's curry leftovers with hot lime and chilli pickle!! Yum...

Dick Dasterdly

Sacrilege.
It's bad enough ruining all our traditional grub by swamping it with curry,but eating the bloody stuff on Christmas day?
Jeez,what's the World coming to?

steviedeluxe

It's the World coming to us, when you think about it. I'm all for it in culinary terms, but I think I'll stick to traditional stuff at Chrimbo.

cricketman

We have to choose every year. A traditional English Christimas with my family or a traditional Spanish/Astrurian one with my OH's family

There is no competition, Spanish wins every time. The food is incomparable, but I am lucky that my MIL is a great cook and Asturias has a good food tradition.

Last year we had wild Cantabrian lubina. A 7kg one that cost over 200 euros, incredible, then Arroz con bogavante the day after, and pitu calella the day after that.

The best food in the world!

We go to my English family for New Year and have a big meal with them, but we make sure WE offer to cook Nothing more depressing then Sunday Roast straight from the Iceland freezers

bil

Generally we have breast of duck and orange sauce.

Because it's so quick and easy to cook we have less stress in the kitchen and more time to relax.

Dick Dasterdly

Just for a change how about a joint of this.

http://www.news.com.au/weird-true-fr...-1225954086292

I can personally recommend it, though Santa and the kids might not be quite as keen.

Fredbargate

Some stilton with a tipple of your choice will beat the polystyrene any day.

bil

Ahhh, a prime Stilton. To me the king of cheese.

raddickle

And you call Harrison a silly prat!

HBG

It's a long story, but your conclusion is the correct one.

agoreira

You're right, Harrison never lost any money, in fact earnt quite a lot! Well, I say earnt, but you know what I mean!

HBG

After some mind-destroying queuing today, still pursuing my quite simple attempt to renew my residencia, I needed to escape the buzzing hive of puzzled humanity and headed for a quiet part of the calming sea. I found a parking space outside a small Russian Church and then discovered a previously unknown bar/restaurant right on the edge of the sea shore, rocky at this part but with the water lapping the edge a few yards away.

The interior was a bit scruffy and it had an odd mix of customers which reminded me of the police office I had just left, but this lot appeared happy to eat and drink and admire the sea in front of them. And no one pushed against me after I sat down.

I had an excellent and relaxing snack served by a waiter who could have come from anywhere in the world, a pleasant skinhead who smiled. I heard Spanish, German, English, Scandinavian and some Eastern European voices, and because of the ambience enquired whether they served Christmas meals.

The skinhead looked embarrassed and shook his head. I foolishly asked why and he replied that it wasn’t celebrated where he came from. His partner, the chef, had come out of the kitchen and I saw that he was an identical skinhead to the waiter, and could also have come from anywhere in the world.

I suppose they don’t celebrate Christmas everywhere in this big world of ours, something I should have known.