[Closed] I've just ordered Xmas munchies!!

This thread is useless with a brief synopsis of said list.

How sober aren't you?

Well, there's quite a lot of Rocket Salad and Houmos !!! lol:

And a 10 person Organic Turkey!! 😯

But no Whisky?

Whiskey ?

Already bought that 😉

I've just ordered Xmas munchies!!

Well, there's quite a lot of Rocket Salad and Houmos !!! lol:

You are obviously oblivious to the meaning of 'munchies'.

Xmas or any other kind.

Pah, I've had ours ordered for two weeks. Two easy carve ducks plus many other incredibly tasty things.

Going to need more whisky though as I've finished the stuff I bought which was meant to be for Christmas.

OP needs a blooming good talking to if that's there definition of munchies. Bet he does yoga and drinks wheatgrass as well....blooming weirdo 🙂

I just pick something up at a garage on christmas eve

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I'm so organised this year - I'm blaming illness and bad weather,barely riding so I've become the Queen of online shopping

Whiskey ?

Already [s]bought[/s] drunk that

[url= https://www.greggs.co.uk/menu/pasties-and-bakes/festive-bake/ ]All the Christmas Munchies you'll ever need[/url] 😀

we've reserved our waitrose delivery slot with about £80 worth of bread so far.
18th is the deadline to convert it to actual proper food.

Lest not forget...

DrP

any nuts?

Well, for me, there’s nothing worse than stiletto stabs from enraged and frantic Women clambering over the last pint of milk on show or the last packet of Basil. Men, well lets face it lads, we can be obnoxious at the best of times and down right grumpy.
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For the last number of years we've been in Harrogate at the Farm, whilst all "country" and "idyllic" and "rural" this sounds, we still need milk and herbs and normal crap like biscuits and loo rolls. Last year in Waitrose it was simply abominable (no, no snowmen) To think of Harrogate as Gentile and all sophisticated "n" the like, once Waitrose runs out of Coriander or Thai Basil the sleepy Town turns into a Turkish Market over run by Whirling Dervishes, it's quite disturbing.
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I like Xmas, the time to reflect, to run through the memories of the year, the sounds of endless skylarks chirping on the Moors, the sweet smell of salty sea air and the mellow breeze wafting in from places afar..
….Not to remember the elbow jabs in the ribs, the shrieks of horror and rudeness of MAWCB clawing for the aisles last remaining Organic Tomato. Nor of pushchairs used as Children’s Troop Carriers on their way to war, ramming through already stuffed aisles to be dropped off one at each end to see them scavenge every Mayonnaise bottle, jar of Béarnaise sauce, Dill sauce, Cranberry Jelly or English Mustard (for Uncle Frank) then scythe back to the safety of the “multi buggy troop carrier”, my precious.
No, this year I steadfastly refused to be drawn into WW6, I have stepped aside, and whilst offering to pay for the bloody lot (I do this happily every year) the request to go shopping I flatly refused. So to options Dear Bouy, of course the only option was to plan a remote attack, bombard Waitrose online with my Festive Munchies requirements and get down and dirty and order the bloody lot in one fail swoop. Done, actioned and completed and confirmed and sitting in my inbox as their acceptance and payment of my request.
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You won’t believe just how satisfying this 1hr of my life was. I’m normally a reserved Chap, not last night.. Oh no! I celebrated in some style I can tell you. My toes wiggled and by belly jigged with Deep Unfounded Joy as I sat on the sofa of brownness in front of the TV.
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Satisfied that all I have to do now is collect the goods promised, turn up, walk into “Click and Collect”, swipe my card and step away from the melee that will undoubtedly ensue bang on cue at 8am when the store opens it’s doors on the morning of the 24th.
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I’m going to need a bigger Truck.