Why is it called Boxing Day ?

Aaaah so I had another quiet night out last night, strolled in at about 3:30am and felt the urge to eat some pickles and gherkins. No idea why I had this urge I suppose when I have reached my drinking peak I get the lust for food that women get when they are pregnant. Shame I am not an expert cook as although I settled for the above I was really feeling Chili Con Carne. I let a few people know this as I left them voicemails telling them how much I wanted to get on it with the food. Cooking in the early hours would have been a lot of fun, especially in the state I was in.

Lets rewind a little though as there seemed to be a lot of activity going on. I didn't follow it too well but one question that arose was that being why am I writing this. The girl that asked was baffled by my commitment to typing out events that happen in my life. I honestly don't have the answer to why I type as it's not like this is my Dear Diary or that in typing messages lifts weight off my shoulders. It's not like I am depressed either, far from it as although I have said many times that 2007 will be my year I think this was my year. I have met so many new people who have become a big part of my life and I have had some quality nights and adventures with. So if anything I suppose writing this offers reflection, my memory isn't great but with this I can recall all that has happened since September and there has been a lot of goings on.

Onto the night itself and after the family dinner I was joined by a few friends and we headed for Lloyds. Now I don't know what kind of Christmas the bouncers had but they didn't seem in a very joyful of lenient mood as I was prevented entry for looking under age. It does defy belief especially as in not too many years time my daughter is going to be TEN. I won't be repeating that too many times because it makes me feel old but it was a hurdle that thankfully my brother came to the rescue on. He brought my passport with me and I was granted entry and it was to the bar and the jug and shot combination from Christmas Eve which does the trick for me.

After spending a few hours here the pub to club bus arrived and you know we use this to travel in style haha. Not being on the ball I didn't pitstop to go toilet beforehand so my whole journey was preminitions, hallucinations, contractions, emancipations and crucifictions. So a minor exaggeration there in my explanation, okay I will stop haha. Anyway on arrival to Dartford I literally flew off the bus and pitstopped before the night really began. It was a really comical night and there were faces from past, present and future.

People I would like to be in my future anyway, like the Cinderella story if you know what I am referring to. I got offkey at some point and greeting girls I knew with a kiss it for some reason dawned on me to greet guys the same way. I don't see anything in this other than a joke but you should have seen some of the boys jump ship so to speak. It was well funny anyway but not something I plan on taking part in regularly so if you are a guy and wanted to hit it off I am not going to be too obliging.

Was a really good night anyway and I succeeded in doing more laps around the club than I do over Bluewater so I think I should get some kind of mileage award haha. Had a good conversation about relationships but I won't go into that too much as it's a secret. I am going to end my year on a high anyway and that's what it's all about.

The show isn't over yet and still have a few days to get on it so there will be no singing yet. Trying to make this as long as possible for all those that can't be bothered to read so just to add some extra reading I am going to provide the definition of the term crazy. I have no idea why I have been christined this as I would rather be something flattering as 'Crazy Joe' I think is scary and makes it sound like I should have a public health warning that comes with something of a license agreement or rules of engagement. I am losing it and after a morning of Captain Jack in Pirates of the Caribbean I am now off to save the Black Pearl made of Sofas. Here's that definition ;

1. mentally deranged; demented; insane.
2. senseless; impractical; totally unsound: a crazy scheme.
3. Informal. intensely enthusiastic; passionately excited: crazy about baseball.
4. Informal. very enamored or infatuated (usually fol. by about): He was crazy about her.
5. Informal. intensely anxious or eager; impatient: I'm crazy to try those new skis.
6. Informal. unusual; bizarre; singular: She always wears a crazy hat.
7. Slang. wonderful; excellent; perfect: That's crazy, man, crazy.
8. likely to break or fall to pieces.
9. weak, infirm, or sickly.
10. having an unusual, unexpected, or random quality, behavior, result, pattern, etc.: a crazy reel that spins in either direction.
–noun
11. Slang. an unpredictable, nonconforming person; oddball: a house full of crazies who wear weird clothes and come in at all hours.
12. the crazies, Slang. a sense of extreme unease, nervousness, or panic; extreme jitters: The crew was starting to get the crazies from being cooped up belowdecks for so long.
—Idiom
13. like crazy,
a. Slang. with great enthusiasm or energy; to an extreme: We shopped like crazy and bought all our Christmas gifts in one afternoon.
b. with great speed or recklessness: He drives like crazy once he's out on the highway.

And the answer to why is it called Boxing Day is as follows haha ;

• It was the day when people would give a present or Christmas 'box' to those who have worked for them throughout the year. This is still done in Britain for postmen and paper-boys - though now the 'box' is usually given before Christmas, not after.


• In feudal times, Christmas was a reason for a gathering of extended families. All the serfs would gather their families in the manor of their lord, which made it easier for the lord of the estate to hand out annual stipends to the serfs. After all the Christmas parties on 26 December, the lord of the estate would give practical goods such as cloth, grains, and tools to the serfs who lived on his land. Each family would get a box full of such goods the day after Christmas. Under this explanation, there was nothing voluntary about this transaction; the lord of the manor was obliged to supply these goods. Because of the boxes being given out, the day was called Boxing Day.