Went to in-laws for Xmas. Father-in-law, just for a little background, is an obnoxious braggart, but we were rather hoping that a mild heart attack and brush with mortality would make him, perhaps, a little more appreciative of his family and less materialistic.
He stuck a present 'to everyone' under the tree, which was a special steering wheel for his XBox driving game, under the pretext that he would let everyone else have a go so it was really a present for everyone.
He shouted at HIS father-in-law, an extremely frail ex-RAF pilot, for not moving fast enough into the dinning room.
Christmas Day, 9pm, he was pissed, cursing his Xbox as a 'piece of shit' because he couldn't get his game to load.
Finally he loaded it, had to use his old joystick, said he was going to test it, and treated his family to the sight of the back of his head and the noise of snarling engines and screaming tyres for the next three-quarters of an hour.
When my wife included him on the passing round of offerred chocolates, he snapped 'I'm in the middle of a race'.
We retired at 10.30, leaving the miserable cunt lecturing his wife and uncle about how to play Xbox bowling.
Thank you for listening. This has been most cathartic.