It
is the time of year where people are wont to say to me (not just me, you fool) “Are
you ready for Christmas?” I remain unsure as to how to respond. Sadly, I am
never ready for Christmas. Each year the contrived atmosphere of jollity
affects me less, and I begin to suspect that I am some alien species from the planet
WTF, being punished for some undefined crime by witnessing the ridiculous
antics of the native species here.
No,
I am not fucking ready for the constant repetition of the same crap dirges each
time I call into Sainsburys for my supply of horse tranquilizer that I find a
necessity at this time of year.
No,
I will never be sodding ready for the word ‘Christmas’ being used twice in
every sentence on the electric television.
No,
I am buggered if I am ready to even add any more examples of stuff for which I
am not ready.
*****
On
a more cheering note, perspicacious readers will have noticed that our old
friend Wackford Gove has been told off, with a warning of a detention if it
happens again, if he continues to use and encourage the use of by his staff,
private emails as a medium for communicating government related business.
“P-r-o
pro s-e-e-d seed y-o-u-r your proseedyour –noun insubstantive - follow it”.
6 comments:
If you intend to make no preparations at all, surely you are ready for Christmas?
Why does your horse get so excited at this time of year?
Z. This is a very interesting argument, which I intend to fully ignore.
Dave. The prospect of being turned out of his stable in order to accommodate some travelers does not lie well with him.
I nearly lolled. Or whatever it is the young people do.
Happy Christmas!!!
Where's the mistletoe?
Sxxx
"bored balls"???
ho ho ho!!
baa humbug to you too
XXX
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