One year we had nothing for Xmas, my parents had gone into one of those holiday saving schemes, and it went bust and they stole thousands of people's money. It was all over the news, quite famous here in the UK.
So we literally had no money at Xmas, I think we had like 1 gift each.
I honestly don't care about Xmas at all though so didn't bother me.
I still don't know what I'm doing on Christmas Day this year. If my stepdad is going to try and make me spend the day with his backwards-ass, ignorant immediate family I might just ask him to take me back to Birmingham and let me sit in my student flat on my own.
You were literally on the pole next to me (not that I was on a pole), twerking on all fours and grinding up and down it. On stage, in front of everyone. I would not lie.
People change. And alcohol does crazy things to people. And so on.
But I'm also not about spending it with my mum's side of the family because it's just going to be a day of people feeling sorry for me and I'm not about that.
