Aaron: Are you shitting me? It was rubbish. Too many people forgot, some of the presents were just awful (why the fuck would I want anything with the Playboy bunny logo on it? FFS), and the obligatory meal was at Nandos, which is a dire dumphole of diarrhoea populated with people born without a palate, noisy black women (I'm not generalising, but you know the sort who shriek instead of laughing) and sloppy teenagers who've just discovered 'true love'.
Someone massage my ego now, just thinking about it makes me pissed.