Apart from sleep in & regret eating that one last sprout, mince piece, piece of Christmas cake. This year I'm off to shoot small clay discs out of the sky, guess I'll have to use my old gun as Santa didn't think I'd been good enough to get the new one I'd hoped for.
I take part in the Pagham Pram Race. It's a charity event that's held each year, whatever the weather! I am always in the pram but the course is two miles with four pubs in between where the baby and the pusher has to down a pint (of dubious origin!!) My other half and I are in a YouTube clip below dressed as hippies in our make shift camper I think it's at 22 seconds in at the bottom of the screen. Then it's off to the pub for the rest of the day then takeaway round our mates as about 10 of us do it each year.
The clip doesn't seem to work for me but if you Google you tube pagham pram race 2012 you can find it
Go to a rough end if town and pick a fight with someone that looks a bit tasty and likes a dust up. We take boxing day seriously in these parts.
Same here. For some serious Boxing, I normally go down to the local travellers camp and make rude remarks about their daughters
Where's home? We're Anglesey Doing nothing today, feet up eat a bit, drink a bit then say goodbye to the visiting hoards then relax before the big clean up tomorrow