Chopped and Chipped

Bah, HumbugNow this is my kind of Christmas Spirit.

Random mobs of ‘tree-surgeons’ going round, cutting down christmas trees and shoving them through the chipping machine.

Sadly it’s not the case in this instance, which appears to be more “mistaken identity” than “Bloody christmas”.

Which is a pity.

Still, it gives me an idea for later in the year…


It’s Fucking September

Bah, HumbugI’m seriously thinking (allbeit for next year now) of getting some big stickers printed up that just say

For christ’s sake, it’s still only fucking September!

Where will I use them? In supermarkets, when they’re already selling Christmas cake, pudding, mince pies, and general Festive Tat.

I mean seriously, we haven’t even got the bloody Hallowe’en stuff out in some of the shops – let alone feckin’ fireworks – and yet there we are, all the food and tat for the Festering Season is on the shelves already.

One of the local garden centres even has on display all the chavtastic house-decoration shit.

It’s fucking September. I despair.


It’s Coming…

ScroogeTonight, “The X-Factor” returns to Saturday Night TV. “Oh joy, oh happiness, oh bliss” etc. etc. in a suitably sarcastic tone of voice.

Not just a celebration of lip-syncing, unoriginality, freakshow auditions and an almost terminal lack of talent (in the presenters and judges as well as competitors) it’s also the first sign that yes, the Festering Season is soon(ish) to be upon us.

Fucking Hell, 2009’s going past fast…


Bye Bye, Christmas

Bah, HumbugAnd there we go, that’s the Festering Season™ over and done with for another eleven months.

In the office, all the decorations are down – I’ve no idea who won “Best dressed department”, and nor do I care – and it all just feels that bit saner than it did last week.

I’ve still got one or two thoughts that I need to put into writing, but that’ll be done over the next few days, I should think.


Festering Review – The Good

So yes, the Festering Season.

All told, it actually went OK – the meal we’d booked at Weston Park (one of the local golf clubs) went smoothly and was as good as last year, so they’re still highly recommended. It wasn’t perfect for the children involved – more food than expected, and some of it filed under “What’s that?” – but we’ve spoken to the place, and they’ve said that next time, just let them know what things would actually be eaten/preferred by the children, and they’ll do that with no hassle or worries at all. (And I have to say, I’m impressed with them on that score too – they seem to be pretty unfazed by anything we can throw at them)

The evening at the outlaws went OK too – and amazingly no-one went to sleep – with games and more food, most of which didn’t get eaten (but the majority went on to be used over the next couple of days, rather than just being binned) although it did mean that Hound got a load of the cooked cocktail sausages on the 26th, which she thought was fantastic – all told, she pigged about 30 of the damn things. Still, she doesn’t get treats like that often, so it’s no bad thing.

So as things go, it went. With the bonus of a quiet Boxing Day, not bad at all.

There’s some more thoughts for another time, but that’s the basics of Christmas Day.


So now you’re back

Bah, HumbugYes, it’s Monday, and the world returns to normal post-Festering-Season. There’s only New Year this week, and then roll on Jan 6th, when all the tat comes down too.

The world hasn’t ended, and all those tosspots who went out and bought eight extra loaves (etc. etc.) in order to survive the calamity of one whole day where the supermarkets were shut are now wallowing in slowly-greening bread. (And you just know that the majority of it will be chucked away, rather than going out as bird food or whatever)

Here, all’s still trolling along at its usual pace. Nowt special, back to work for both of us, and all’s well.

I’ll write a bit more about the Festering Season at some point today. ’til then, have fun…


26th

Bah, Humbug So, there go the adverts for Jewellery and Perfume, here come the ones for Holidays, Sales and stopping smoking.

It must be Boxing Day, and Christmas must be over and done with for another year.