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Emma Feet, originally uploaded by Andy*Matthews.

and Andy got me this framed. He’s VG. Dame Judi Dench VG.

Christmas was here and now it’s gone but it left some good shit in its wake, and some stuff I’m still waiting on including my sweeeeeeeeeeet babygrow/onesie amazingness – this may be weird but when I’m all warm and have another set of ears everyone else will be jealous.

We ate rib eye of beef, amazing parsnips, brussels sprouts with chorizo (I tried to eat them), yorkshire puddings, prawns in prosciutto, pate, funny sweets, cheesey cheese and drank Pouilly-Fuissé, Sancerre, Beaujolais, some serious Merlot, and a port which I spilt all over the new sofa. Well done me and thank fuck for Vanish. We did dog walking, injected TV into our eyes but not minds, surfed, considered and slept with good and bad consequences.

I hope everyone had a good Christmas, even the bad people.

Here’s a peek at some of what the Santas dumped under the tree – I am so lucky!

I also bought myself some stuff in the AP sale, some sweet ass Vegas Volt Mac lippy, Tabio tights and a coat with horses. Merry New Year!

Andy here posting to confirm that the nasty hackers have been got rid (Thanks to Shaun at aegishosting) and all has been restored in the world of Weequizzie.

Long may it continue.

This dog kills me, originally uploaded by weequizzie*.

I get to see Snoop soon. This excites me. We’ll share pigs in blankets and watch ‘Mary Poppins’.

Waiting, originally uploaded by weequizzie*.

to open all the lovely Christmas presents but first some more work, a lovely birthday dinner for Maffews and maybe a birthday present for him to open, then a journey to see the greatest Momee for amazing hugs, food, orange ball throwing dog fun, sleeping, Christmas socks and that time before another year rolls in to kick you in the kidneys or punch you in the heart, possibly in a good way.

via Annietown

I have feelings, too, originally uploaded by *christopher*.

It feels right to look at a sad dog today while I lie in bed with backache. Little snowflakes are falling and melting and steam is rising. My hot water bottle is no longer hot. Check out that dog though.

Any one that knows me knows that I have one constant in my life, my desire for a babygrow/onesie. It’s a deep desire that sort of sums me up in a bad way (I think). It’s basically a slob suit, right? So, now someone's gone made something sweet and desirable and perhaps less weird, or maybe more weird. Santa, will you bring me one of these, or an emma-sized babygrow? I promise it’s not for weird sex acts, just for me to stay toasty and maybe drink tea, read Bukowski and watch films in. It should probably be washable though.