Tag Archives: Christmas
a €hristmas Calor…..
A €hristmas Calor defines the fear of that moment of realisation that there is no spare gas bottle when the flame splutters and dies half way through the ritual destruction of salmonella, and all her bacterial chums, thus ensuring that your €hristmas goose … Continue reading
It’s not big, it’s quite funny but it’s not clever…
….but it is our Christmas tree. Happy Christmas to you all:)
’tis the season that dare not speak its name ….
Cake and chocolate are two “C” words that have not, as yet, been proscribed. Christmas and cunt have been. Creating forbidden fruit has never succeeded in producing an aversion in those to whom the fruit are irresistible. Words of all kinds are irresistible … Continue reading
We Three Kings of Ory and Tar…
It’s a lovely song but it doesn’t take much to realise that something, or someone, is missing. The title declares the presence of three kings yet only the king of Tory and his chum, the king of Tar are mentioned. … Continue reading
It was the Sunday before Christmas…
…not that it made any difference, apart from the shops being open. If only those annoying people wouldn’t lie sleeping in the doorways. It’s exactly the sort of thoughtless behaviour that can so easily spoil Christmas. Just imagine…you’re coming out … Continue reading
Brussels demand a green Xmas…..
September is long gone, but the leaves of brown show no sign of tumbling down this November although the lyricist would be happy to know that it’s raining. Wherever he was when he penned those lyrics, it wasn’t the Vendee. … Continue reading
Should Joy be released?
Sobriety is low on my list of seasonal wishes and yet, as I grow older, I find myself slowly growing into a more sober mood during this week of festivities than at any other time of the year. There is … Continue reading
A jolly good egg…..
Another encounter with the scanner has shown me that the gift of giving can permeate the mind of even the meanest spirited electronic brain. It was as though I had encountered the reanimated, fully epiphanised Scrooge, in mechanical form, cheerily … Continue reading
Myrhh balls…
The sun today has been smothered under a dull, damp, grey cushion leaving the world silent and lifeless. I have the feeling that nature is in mourning, and with every reason as it feels as though the kind has been … Continue reading