The Nick Family trip to Spain

[Nick]

Wenchy has already advised me thast the Malaga Xmas market is shite, but we have to go anyway en route from Sevill to Granada. Look at a map.
 

The plane out is at about 10 at night. We shall be late at the airport 

What else can possibly go wrong?

[GROWLER]

When you goin' then?
Soon?
Fantastic.
Peace at last.

[Nick]

14th

Fancy a sniff of my cake?

[Bar Wench]

When you goin' then?
Soon?
Fantastic.
Peace at last.

The last few days of maddness start to make sense now.


When you back like?

[Grumpmeister]

All of a sudden 'National Lampoons Nickmas' comes to mind  

[GROWLER]

December?
Fantastic.
For how long?
No access to a 'puter?
Fantastic.
Peace at last.
It's in me diary.

Take that rancid old shitty cake that you keep sniffin' too you old munter, and preferably turf it out the door at 35,000 feet

[Nick]

Back on the 21st. I have ordered my GOOSE

[GROWLER]

Back on the 21st. I have ordered my GOOSE

Good. I hope the bastard bites you.

[Nick]

It will be dead when I take delivery, thank you.

[Bar Wench]

It may rise up and take it's revenge!

[Nick]

No, I am stuffing it with prunes.

Have you ever been stuffed with prunes?

[Bar Wench]

NO!

VILE THINGS!

I MAY PELT YOU WITH THEM!

Malaga Christmas market is lovely Mrs Nick, you'd like it!

[Nick]

I think we went once when we first moved there, the fact that we didn't go again I imagine indicates it wasn't all that. I can't actually remember much about it. Bloody long drive though!

 

[Bar Wench]

I said nothing of the sort!

[Nick]