No one’s more West Brit – Loake shoes, Harris tweed, a freshly ironed Torygraph and The Archers omnibus on a Sunday morning – than me. But ‘Father Christmas’? You belligerent English bastiches! 800 years etc.
ivan
so hang on, if somebody asks you a riddle, do you answer with ‘I don’t know ‘?
Is that, like, a thing in real life? I thought it was just a Blue Peter/Why Don’t You thing?
ivan
oh. that’s gone formatting crazy. I’d typed
so hang on, if somebody asks you a riddle, do you answer with ‘I don’t know *lessthanbracket’ riddle *morethanbracket*‘?
Is that, like, a thing in real life? I thought it was just a Blue Peter/Why Don’t You thing?
Holden MaGroin
Did you have a few coffees today?
Aw “Why Don’t You?”. Good times.
ivan
Every holiday period it’d be on, and it was the one time that BBCs NI, Scotland and Wales got to compete on a level-ish footing with the folk over at London W12 8QT.
Gawd, how we laughed at the provincial accents. Christ, I’m as much of a WB as Neilo…
Jonjo
Wait, ‘Father Christmas’ is an English thing?
Neilo
Yeppers.
coco
Verily
The Real Jane
I think it’s actually “Favah Cwismars”.
Birneybau2
FFS
essexhian
Father Christmas is his name over there. Santy over here. Simple.
Neilo
Yes, the – ah – point is to gee up faux outrage, y’see?
Mick Mick Lamass
Ummm… Daidí na Nollag?
He was father Christmas to my parents, born in da 50s.
topsy
No so.
Mick Lamass
Are you saying my parents lied about Santa Claus?!?!
That said, *gross stereotype follows* I imagine there’s a substantial cohort of counter-jumpers in that area who would simply adore it if Theo and Maisie were to look for gifts – never pressies, dorling – from Fawther Christmas, rather than the more lumpen proletariat Santy.
Yoda_
It’s calling out to all the “Bankrupts” who went to the UK for a long holiday during the recession and who inhabit that God awful Cathedral of Crass every weekend.
dav
Don’t shop in hamleys, their sale starts “BOXING day”
No one’s more West Brit – Loake shoes, Harris tweed, a freshly ironed Torygraph and The Archers omnibus on a Sunday morning – than me. But ‘Father Christmas’? You belligerent English bastiches! 800 years etc.
so hang on, if somebody asks you a riddle, do you answer with ‘I don’t know ‘?
Is that, like, a thing in real life? I thought it was just a Blue Peter/Why Don’t You thing?
oh. that’s gone formatting crazy. I’d typed
so hang on, if somebody asks you a riddle, do you answer with ‘I don’t know *lessthanbracket’ riddle *morethanbracket*‘?
Is that, like, a thing in real life? I thought it was just a Blue Peter/Why Don’t You thing?
Did you have a few coffees today?
Aw “Why Don’t You?”. Good times.
Every holiday period it’d be on, and it was the one time that BBCs NI, Scotland and Wales got to compete on a level-ish footing with the folk over at London W12 8QT.
Gawd, how we laughed at the provincial accents. Christ, I’m as much of a WB as Neilo…
Wait, ‘Father Christmas’ is an English thing?
Yeppers.
Verily
I think it’s actually “Favah Cwismars”.
FFS
Father Christmas is his name over there. Santy over here. Simple.
Yes, the – ah – point is to gee up faux outrage, y’see?
Ummm… Daidí na Nollag?
He was father Christmas to my parents, born in da 50s.
No so.
Are you saying my parents lied about Santa Claus?!?!
Meet Santy at Balally!
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… tad better maybe
That said, *gross stereotype follows* I imagine there’s a substantial cohort of counter-jumpers in that area who would simply adore it if Theo and Maisie were to look for gifts – never pressies, dorling – from Fawther Christmas, rather than the more lumpen proletariat Santy.
It’s calling out to all the “Bankrupts” who went to the UK for a long holiday during the recession and who inhabit that God awful Cathedral of Crass every weekend.
Don’t shop in hamleys, their sale starts “BOXING day”