New Year Festivities, my Arse

Due to an unfortunate combination of disgustingly sick skiiers and the consumption of random ham from the fridge, Mr Baskerville is unable to attend any New Year's parties. However,  he hopes Mrs Eaves has a fantastic time seeing in 2010.

Mr B is quite happy sitting at home consuming wine & chocolate.

I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas

If Mr Baskerville hears one more 'jolly' and 'cheerful' Christmas carol he will stab himself in both ears with a sharp pencil.

bah humbug

Tyop

Karma has bitten Mr Baskerville in the arse.

A salesperson gleefully showed Mr B a typo in today's paper, where Mr B had designed a tasteful festive filler hoping readers have happy Christmas Washes.