Vinyl Veronique's cousin Louise.

As a joke my brother Dave used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.

What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although the kids’ stockings overflowed his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don’t sell those things at Tesco. I had to go to an adult shop in Bolton.

If you’ve never been in an X-rated store don’t go. You’ll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like ‘What does this do?’ ‘You’re kidding me!’ ‘Who would buy that?’ Finally I made it to the inflatable doll section.

Finding what I wanted was difficult. ‘Love Dolls’ come in many different models. The top of the line according to the side of the box could do things I’d only seen in a book on animal husbandry, or described by Sean. I settled for ‘Lovable Louise.’ She was at the bottom of the price scale.

To call Louise a ‘doll’ took a huge leap of imagination.

On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise’s pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some mince pies and drank what remained of a glass of sherry on a nearby tray. I went home and giggled for a couple of hours.

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark start to walk away then come back and bark some more.

We all agreed that Louise should remain in her pantyhose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. ‘What the hell is that?’ she asked.

My brother quickly explained ‘It’s a doll.’

‘Who would play with something like that?’ Granny snapped.

I kept my mouth shut.

‘Where are her clothes?’ Granny continued.

Boy that turkey sure smells nice Gran’, Dave said to steer her into the dining room.

But Granny was relentless. ‘Why doesn’t she have any teeth?’

Again, I could have answered but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying ‘Hang on granny, hang on!’

My grandfather, delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said: ‘Hey, who’s the naked totty by the fireplace?’ I told him she was Dave’s friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel talking to Louise. Not just talking but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa’s last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the mantel flew around the room twice and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose and Grandpa ran across the room fell to his knees and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants. Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room and sat in the car. It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.

Later in my brother’s garage we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise’s collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.

Fortunately thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape we restored her to perfect health.

I can’t wait until next Christmas.

Hahahaha… I can actually believe that Rob !

Merry Christmas, Rob! I hope all your dreams come true


Rob’s Christmas Carol.

I’m trying to figure out what the moral of the story is though.

Happy Christmas.

Yep I do believe that is a true story

I really hope that is true

Business is obviously bad Rob!
However keep it up though


Couldn’t of made that up Rob

I am going to read that bedtime story tonight!


‘and she was fully inflated ever after’

Couldn’t of made that up Rob

Yeah I did…I’ve not got any brothers!


Even Mrs G laughed.

Happy birthday Ian

I’m saying nothing…