CLANCY OVERELL | Editor | Contact
As the the sore heads try to pretend they aren’t sore, the extended family makes their way back to the living area that hosted yesterday’s family Christmas.
It is not lost on the kids that the older family members are moving a bit slower, but no one is moving as slow as you.
That’s because you got overexcited and did a number on yourself because you are an idiot and allowed the endless supply of full eskys and dark spirits to take you down a path usually reserved for a Saturday night when you are shielded by the safety net of the pub walls.
As everyone makes moves to get some breakfast into them before the cricket fires up and the sktttt of cans opening begins again, it’s worth noting that even the toddlers are looking at you funny.
While it is expected that grandma and the parents would be judging you right now, it’s particularly worrying that even kids as young as 4-years-old are reminiscing of how fucked you were 12 hours ago when you were trying to show your cousins how you used to dance in the nightclubs.
