I have no idea what I want for Christmas – or any other part of the year, come to that – but whatever it is it’d better include lashings of this song otherwise I shall be very annoyed.
Best Christmas Song Ever.
No discussion or argument, please; if you don’t agree, I respect your opinions, but they are the wrong opinions.
 Dear Santa…Dear Santa,
This year I’ve been busy! In March I helped razza hide a body (-173 points). In April I put money in max_wellingham‘s expired parking meter (14 points). Last week I bought porn for abnib (10 points). Last Tuesday I set ilphin‘s puppy on fire (-66 points). Last Monday I signed my organ donor card (28 points). Overall, I’ve been naughty (-187 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!
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That last entry, as noted at the time, got a little out of hand: what started off as a tightly-plotted insight into my preparations for Winterval seemed to turn, somewhere along the line, into a few random ponderings on the meaning(s) and worth of Christmas. To coin a phrase: “whoops”.
Still, to return somewhat sharply to the point, I’ve decided to whack up the Christmas decorations tomorrow. Why tomorrow? Well, it’s funny you should ask that, really. There happen to be two main resons: in the first place, I’ve got the day off work; secondly, the 16th – 22nd December edition of the Radio Times is out tomorrow, containing, apparently, a preview of the delights on offer over the festive period. It’s a sad reflection of life these days that it feels like Christmas when we know what’s going to be on the telly, but there we go. Continue reading
It is, of course, wrong to judge people. No doubt about that – it’s a disgraceful way to behave. Glad we’re all agreed. Still, it’s quite fun so let’s do it anyway, eh?
Our subject today will be this journal’s very own author and, so as not to get too bogged down, we’ll restrict our point of reference to the topical subject of Winterval.
Ding! Snap judgement number one. Not “Christmas”, you’ll note, but “Winterval”. Now, what does that tell us about our subject?
Well, it’s entirely possible to surmise that some kind of political correctness is afoot, although this would be more than a little out of character, if we’re honest. The truth of the matter, if anyone’s interested (no, it’s okay – you don’t have to humour me if you don’t actually give a tiny rat’s arse), is that I happen to rather like the word – it’s quite sweet, don’t you think? It also has the immensely-pleasant effect of winding up all sorts of people, in particular the Daily Mail readers always on the lookout for the latest opportunity to wheel out their beloved “it’s political correctness gone mad” phrase. Nothing that upsets a Daily Mail reader can be a bad thing, I think you’ll agree. Continue reading