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For present day Lucan family I think we are relatively unscathed -
Although in the words of the late Jethro, “What happened waaas”
When I was about 10 the criminal Lucans from Australia came over for a big hurrah and it ended in chaos. To be fair the criminal contingent were as good as gold on the day but the UK lot had too many alcohol egg things ( what the hell were they?) and it all went bandy. I can remember uncle Dave pushing my dad and saying that he goes down the pub too much, my dad responded by telling uncle Dave that he doesn’t mow the lawn enough and leaves it to his sister auntie Jean.
It went on to get a bit personal as my dads mum used to give all the grandkids a fiver but I only used to get a quid - poor ol Lucan!
Anyhoo, it then started to get bandy because my auntie Jenny started to Lord it up because she had a Soda Stream. I appreciate this sounds ridiculous but this is what was going down at the time.
Ultimately uncle Dave prodded dad once too much and then got knocked out. Father Lucan was a gentleman but was hard as feck.
Not sure what I’m on about but happy Christmas anyhoo
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
We had a soda stream in the family around 80 or 81, I thought that was the coolest thing ever. The apple flavored fizz was a particular favourite. Until the dizziness started to run out and then it tasted like sheeite
Only real alcohol related one is the family member who started the day with a proper my life is perfect projection then gradually got more depressed with each glass of red until she ended up in tears about 5pm.
That happened quite a few years in a row.
The oddest one wasn't alcohol related. My late nan seemingly saw it as her mission to bring the family together on Boxing Day and then leave really early. One year she said they had to leave as they needed to feed the dog. The didn't have a dog...
Family Xmases are always at my sister's place. It's the most spacious and also the most centralised for the majority to descend on, with the most bedrooms etc so makes sense.
She's also the best Xmas dinner cook to be fair.
I can't attend because my Brother-in-Law is a knob and although everyone knows and no one likes him, they are better at hiding their feelings than me.
One Xmas I had 3 bottles of red to myself and started telling people how I saw things.
I shall let them have their Xmas in peace and wander up there for a week or so to see everyone individually afterwards. It's probably for the best.
Point of order. I was brought up where a bundle is a pile on, not a fight. Expected a story of you, RKD, and the extended family piling on after too much xmas fayre.
Drunken Christmas family bundles on 22:29 - Dec 17 by bluelagos
Point of order. I was brought up where a bundle is a pile on, not a fight. Expected a story of you, RKD, and the extended family piling on after too much xmas fayre.
I thought he just meant collection of drunks. No idea it meant fight.
The only scrapping I ever did within the family context, was a fist fight with the cat - although I may have stolen the fist fight bit from Catch 22 - it was more of a rolled up newspaper fight, and the cat didn't have one.
Tell a lie, I kicked my dad up the arse once for letting the biggest eel I ever caught escape back down the beach while I wasn't looking. Few years back but, don't think eels exist any more?
Happy Christmas yerself.
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I always found the Christmas Eves a great atmosphere, from the lunch time 11.30 to 2 sessions, as the pubs closed back then of course, which were better that the night many times, to midnight on the Cornhill. NYE was always different! Bit more inter estate rivalries, plus one year, maybe 82/3, the Yanks getting involved after Dukes cleared out.
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I remember one year, my dad, who is not a drinker, was sloshed by 11am. Mother was seething, all the aunties and uncles sitting around not lifting a finger, dad asleep on the bathroom floor. His life was hard for several days.
Drunken Christmas family bundles on 08:59 - Dec 18 by Bluespeed225
I always found the Christmas Eves a great atmosphere, from the lunch time 11.30 to 2 sessions, as the pubs closed back then of course, which were better that the night many times, to midnight on the Cornhill. NYE was always different! Bit more inter estate rivalries, plus one year, maybe 82/3, the Yanks getting involved after Dukes cleared out.
I don't recall Jake ever being on the door in Dukes. They had a hard looking bloke and a bloke who looked like a pig.
It was all a bit estatey back then wasn't it! I remember the Stoke Park lot (you might have been there) all standing on the Corn Hill for about half an hour singing stupid songs.
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
Drunken Christmas family bundles on 10:46 - Dec 18 by Lord_Lucan
I don't recall Jake ever being on the door in Dukes. They had a hard looking bloke and a bloke who looked like a pig.
It was all a bit estatey back then wasn't it! I remember the Stoke Park lot (you might have been there) all standing on the Corn Hill for about half an hour singing stupid songs.
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Appropriate post for black eye Friday, our family Christmas's were so religious they would have bored the tits off a monk.
Apologies for reminding you of Amsterdam again, but Billy rocks.
I spent Christmas 2011 in Amsterdam and it was mental but brilliant.
I had pre booked a nice suite at a good price and it was lovely. On the morning of departure we went for a final couple of beers and after necking them Lady Lucan declared that she didn't want to go home but fancied another couple of beers instead. I remember saying to her "We're not in the fecking Brickies, we have a boat to catch and we need to go right now". Anyway, she wouldn't listen so I trudged back to the hotel and requested another night but my room price had gone up four fold so I was escorted to a box room.
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
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