Up here in Scotland we have real weather. What you southern effete mob had yesterday, was a mere flash in the pan.
Giok.
Good King Wenceslar got pissed, on the feast of Stephen.
Said the fuzz we know you're pissed, into this bag you're breathing
Brightly shone the crystals green,due to excess wassail
Christmas is a groovy scene. God bless Barbara Castle.