As the festive season approaches, Tony's getting really excited, with him telling me that this Christmas is going to be like no other, and even if we're unemployed, penniless, and without a future, there's no reason why we can't enjoy ourselves like everybody else.
My fat friend reckons that too much emphasis is put on the birth of Christ during the festive period, and although he agrees that the birth of our Lord was an important event, people now seem to overlook the fact that Christmas is also a time when families come together, vast amounts of alcohol are consumed, and people stuff themselves as if they haven't had a decent meal all year.
Personally, I'm finding it hard to share the boy's enthusiasm, telling him that our families can't stand the sight of us, we consume vast amounts of alcohol all year long, and only last night I broke my own record by eating five double cheeseburgers, two hamburgers and a large fries, without even feeling slightly sick.
Tony says I'm probably right, but when all is said and done, it's just great to see little children getting all excited over the imminent arrival of Father Christmas.
Of course, Tony seems to have overlooked the fact that he DOES have a son, and when I asked him the other day what he was going to buy his child for Christmas, he replied FUCK ALL!