Friday, December 07, 2007

I really hate this sort of post. I wouldn't bother reading it

Darlings, sweethearts, fans and sycophants.

I really hate those blog posts where the writer gets serious and starts to justify blogging, or making some announcement about giving up as if anyone gives a shit, but, not for the first time, I am being nagged to produce something new here, and perhaps you need an explanation or something.

There is an area of my life, not very central and not hugely significant, that has been full of crap these last few months. As you know, I am a great yogi, and am able to remain detached from most of the events in this world. However, having this large lump of crap around has affected my desire and ability to post regularly.

The crap is not serious, or anything that concerns me deeply, it is just there. I don’t want to write about it.

At present I am attempting, with very little success, to channel my brilliance into the creation of the christmas card, that many of you have been anticipating since February. It may be very quiet here for a time.

UPDATE

Kaliyuga Kards is proud to announce the publication of this year's festive greeting. Email your address to me if you wish to be a lucky recipient.

20 comments:

Murph said...

The fling with Ann Widdecombe was always going to get you into trouble, particularly when it included the local MP and a minor Royal. Have you thought of taking up the canoe?

Anonymous said...

Or taking the canoe up...

tom909 said...

Vicus, Oh that you had heeded my warning - it is rare that a man can shag around and remain in harmony.

Vicus Scurra said...

Tom, I am hardly likely to forget that with your face appearing in my comments everyday.

ziggi said...

exlax? I think that's supposed to deal with large lumps of crap.
Hope this helps.

WV: bjbug (well it made me smile)

I, like the view said...

I thought you were writing about your blog for a moment, and shook my head in disbelief. . .

then I remembered I'd cut all hair off and sense prevailed

you're referring to something entirely different aren't you

(((((((((vicus)))))))))))

instead of queueing (sp?) for your autograph, I shall now queue for an xmas card

*holds up sprig of mistletoe expectantly*

(one can live in hope)

Richard said...

Shit happens, it's the clearing up that's a pain.

homo escapeons said...

Oh yeah?
Well I really hate those blog posts where the writer gets serious and starts to justify making some announcement about the creation of a christmas card, as if anyone gives a sh*t.

Pamela said...

I look forward to receiving your annual Christmas card. last year the money you sent was a wonderful boon to us poor 'mericans, getting ready to send our first fledgling off to college. Would you mind doubling the amount this year dear vicus?

Thanks ever so much!

Reg Pither said...

Welcome to Crap City (I am the mayor, by the way).
Life is like a shit sandwich - the more bread you've got, the less shit you have to eat. Chin up, old stick. Hope the crap biodegrades soon. Always remember, Cocopops and milk make a bowl full of fun.

Dave said...

Oh no! It's not nearly Christmas, is it?

So soon!

Too soon.

*Hunts for inflatable rubber turkey that provided so much fun last year*

Betty said...

I've got an area of my life that's full of crap at the moment too, but I can't give up blogging because I really couldn't face comments from people saying "Yay! You're back!! Squeeeee!" when I return a couple of weeks later.

Um, take care.

Caroline said...

Are you quite the thing? Glad to see the wonderful Betty here to give support; don't take the canoe up darling - all the early mornings and God knows what it will do to your roof rack.

Sticky kisses.

zoe said...

I daren't comment ... but my mummy and daddy are popping over for the day on Thursday so I may give them the three (or is it four?) cards that I owe you to send. The size of the cards won't go through the Belgian post unless I get a loan from the bank to pay for the postage.

Do remind me to do it, won't you?

dinahmow said...

Well, I was going to make a suggestion, but the Witch from Wiltshire got in first.
Still, if it is a sizeable lump of the offending stuff p'raps you should take two spoonfuls?

Rol Hirst said...

I hate Christmas cards, so please don't be offended if I don't ask for one.

Feel free to be offended by anything else I have to say though.

raincoaster said...

Oh yah, one form letter from Ann Widdecombe and he's all "I'm too busy for you." Boris must be so hurt: you don't call, you don't write...

raincoaster

Cherrypie said...

I feel empathy towards you. Should I be worried?

Please may I have a card. I believe you already know the address, and quite possible the postcode

Vicus Scurra said...

Yes
Yes

Richard said...

Many thanks for the delightful kard. My very young nephews thought it was wonderful and it has pride of place on the mentlepiece.

I have decided to leave the above typo in as it is somehow apt.