wibbly pig:
Happy new year tall people. I've loved spending the last 365 days with you. Except you, you know who you are. @jeffluff. Expect more concentrated cuteness in 2013.
wibbly pig:
I'N A PIG IN A BLANKET.
wibbly pig:
Festive swag ahoy! @jeffluff's mum got me and @nicksmith a trip up and dinner at the Shard. Not sure what @jeffluff is going to do that day, but I thought I'd do a preliminary bit of reconnaissance.
wibbly pig:
Finally! @nicksmith is back!
wibbly pig:
BEST PRESENT EVER. Nine times my height in Jaffa Cakes
wibbly pig:
Boxing Day stroll with the family. Killing my Christmas to do list
wibbly pig:
This seems like a bum deal…
wibbly pig:
I think I might lay off the sherry for a bit…
wibbly pig:
I am Wibbly J Pig, yuletide pioneer and present explorer extraordinaire. Back in a bit…
wibbly pig:
Presents - check. Sherry - Check. Mince pie - Check. it's definitely christmas day.
wibbly pig:
this year i'm spending christmas with the less hairy one in the burbs. Thankfully I planned ahead and put in my own personal ocado order of christmas fayre to get me through the next few days. I'm off to bed before santa shows up.
wibbly pig:
AHHHHHH OMG! Santa came to our house three days early. See, I told you I’d been good. This must be that special pre-Christmas day the guys were telling me about. Result!
wibbly pig:
Hang on, how come our stockings are full already?
wibbly pig:
This is the hardest part of Christmas. I’m four inches tall, too young to have a proper pair of scissors and sellotape sticks to my face. I hope the rumours of an 11am mulled-cider and mince pie break are true.
wibbly pig:
There’s nothing like a hip flask full of Christmas spirit and a good film to take the edge off of getting back to London. We saw a film about small hairy toed people. Kept expecting to see @nicksmith
wibbly pig:
If you look closely you can see a tiny Wibbly tear in my plush-peeper. Just as I was getting used to my vacation-role as the group's chief-beer/pasty critic the guys told me it was time to get back to civilisation. Something about biblical floods and our
wibbly pig:
@Nicksmith took me out for an after dinner single malt. We ended up at a ukulele Christmas carol concert. Love that guy.
wibbly pig:
Doing the cultures and the environments.
wibbly pig:
Wibbly pig. In a Cornsh micro-brewery pub. Standard porcine holiday behaviour. I've finished my pork scratchings... bring on the pasties
wibbly pig:
Exploring with my wing man down a tin mine. We've walked for four miles, it's cold, a bit soggy and i've been promised chips. There better be chips.
wibbly pig:
We're here. We're on holiday in Cornwall, in December and it's not even raining. Now all I need to do is find a pub and unpack my advent calendar.
wibbly pig:
Off on our pre-Christmas holibobs tomorrow. I've got myself a camera.
wibbly pig:
I've been playing the idiot tax recently. Not had much success but now I'm a bit worried about the consequences of not playing my numbers.
wibbly pig:
Hungover. In Jeff's office. I may have photocopied my rear but I did not put the giant Lego head on the tree.
wibbly pig:
Apparently, I'm going on the piste. Ah, the festive perks of advertising. I hope I don't get hit on by that PA from accounts.
wibbly pig:
Bugger. The Savoy did it better than me. #christmas #tree #fancy
wibbly pig:
IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING! #christmas
wibbly pig:
Man down. MAN DOWN. @nicksmith is ill so I've been mincing stuff, mulling stuff generally Christmassing it up. Tree tomorrow I hope.
wibbly pig:
Fresh baked Saturday morning croissants for two bed ridden adults? Damn straight. Just call me Wibbly Pig… master baker.
wibbly pig:
I'm not here, i'm not eating a brioche ice cream sandwich, and neither is @drjuffwamba's dad. I can't emphasise enough, no one is doing any of those things and this isn't a secret post-birthday rendezvous.
