’tis.

Bah, Humbug‘Tis the season to be jolly say “bollocks”.
Fa-la-la-la la-la-la-la.

I’m taking the dog out for a walk. Hibernation seems like a good plan, but instead the demands of animals is upon us.

More tomorrow.


Running Around

With the start of the Festering Season, we’ve got people staying here from today.

So this weekend we’ve been sorting out a lot of odds and ends, getting things sorted out, cleaning the house, getting everything prepared.

Busy as hell, but at least we’re now ready and sorted.


Completed

Bah, HumbugFor once, I’ve been fairly organised for the Festering Season. Admittedly, not that I need to do a whole load – but there’s still Herself to buy for, and that kind of thing.

But I’m already completely done – no last minute shopping, nothing that still needs wrapping, it’s really all fairly organised. Not even any need to join the festive getaway which is going to be screwing up all the roads. In fact I don’t think we’ve really got any serious travelling planned over the Festering Season, which is a bonus indeed.

We’re even sorted for what we’re doing on Christmas Day itself, so all told we’re about as organised as it’s possible to be at this time, and I reckon that’s got to be pretty good going.

The only remaining thing to be sorted is the food shop – and even that’s been done online, and should be delivered tomorrow. Of course, we’ll still have to see what they’ve decided they can’t deliver, and work out something from there, but at least we’re not going to be in a supermarket on Saturday, and that has to be a good thing.


Santa Balls

Bah, Humbug(via Random Acts of Reality)

Finally, a company whose ideas about the Festering Season match mine. In fact, I could even be persuaded by at least one of their christmas decorations. I just wish I’d known about them before now.

Ah well, there are plans afoot for the 2008 Festering Season (of which more later in the month) so I’d best make sure I keep the information on Santa Balls ’til then.

Ho fuckin’ ho, indeed.


8 days to go

Bah HumbugIn eight days, the Festering Season will be upon us in all its “glory”. In nine, it’ll be all over.

All around us in the village, people have been decorating their houses with lights, icicles, glowing bloody santas, and all sorts of tat. In fairness, there are a couple of places that actually look pretty good (including one I’ve nicknamed “The gingerbread house” – all the lights seem to be aimed at that kind of theme) but they’re far outweighed by the ones that just look utterly naff and tacky.

At some point this week, I plan to go off on a small tour and get some photos of the abhorrences, just for future delectation. There’s one in particular that just leaves me shaking my head every time I go past – and not in a good or admiring way. Although I suppose it does serve its purpose of making Christmas more religious, because each time I see the place, I find myself saying “Jesus Fucking Christ”. Ahem.

Still, I find myself wondering why people do it, in much the same way I wonder why some people wear the outfits they do. It’s that “Do they really think that looks good/cool/classy?” thought again.

OK, I’m distinctly Scroogian at the best of times, but house decorations leave me completely befuddled – I just don’t understand the motivation for covering one’s house in manky faux-neon flashing tat.

Bah Humbug, indeed.


Festering Humour

Knowing my general dislike for the Festering Season, a friend sent me the following cartoon. I have no idea what copyright it’s got, so it may disappear at some point. But for the moment, well, it made me smile.

Cartoon regarding Christmas Playlist creation

Oh yeah, and we’re away all weekend, so this is probably all you’re going to get. Live with it.


Drink Driving

While I’m not usually a great proponent of the entire “User-generated content” thing, sometimes it can be interesting and useful. One example is this BBC piece about drink-driving, and this year’s advertising campaign to make people think again about drinking and driving. After the piece, there’s a whole set of stories of personal experiences of drink-driving, and being banned, and it makes for interesting reading.

Personally, I don’t drink at all if I’m driving. It doesn’t bother me, and I don’t see the point of the entire “Oh, I’ll be OK if I just have the one” point of view. I could probably get away with one (or even two) because of my size, but to be honest, why risk it?