Tree

Bah, HumbugOh, can’t you just tell that the Festering Season is looming large. There seem to be more and more chavtastic house decorations every year – and while the town centre of Attleborough actually looks OK, there’s one hell of a lot of places that look really really nasty.

Today, we had to go out and buy a tree. Woo, lucky us. To be honest, I don’t mind – Herself decorate the tree in a fairly nice way, without too much tat, but equally I’d be quite happy to not have one at all.

Still, it’s going to be in the conservatory this year, as we’ve got one, and that’s fine.


On go the lights

Bah, HumbugIt seems that our now town of residence has some interesting idiosyncracies.

Not least among these is the fact that everyone seems to have done their outdoor christmas lights today, and there appears to have been some kind of town-wide ceremonial switch-on.

All of a sudden this evening, the things seem to have gone on all over the place. It’s very strange. On the plus side, there’s one or two installations that aren’t completely chavtastic. Although that does leave the huge majority still being fit for that title….


Seasonal

Over the last couple of days (well, this week, really) I’ve been thinking a lot about how I’ve been, and the stuff that’s been going on in my head.

I know that my motivation has been rock-bottom for a lot of the last two months, and that there’s a lot of stuff I could’ve done (perhaps even should’ve) but I just didn’t get round to it. I’ve actually preferred going back to the B&B, and – if I’m honest – really not doing much.

Of course, that’s still my version of “not doing much”, as opposed to anyone else’s version. I’ve still started an OU course, written loads of stuff for D4D™, put together two websites, written some snippets of code to help out other people, and gone through the jus of debugging those snippets when the recipients had NumptyMoments®, (I’m not going to name names – they know who they are!) written a butt-load of emails, sorted out various other odds and sods, written letters, and generally caught myself up on a fair number of things.

But still, I know that deep inside me, it’s been unproductive in a lot of ways – there’s a lot more I could’ve done, anyway- and that instead I’ve wanted to be curled up in my room/cave/whatever, rather than going out into the big wide world.

It’s no bad thing, in general. And I know that I’ve also needed the down-time. The first two-thirds of this year have not been great, and I’ve needed recovery time from all that crap.

But equally I do think – with perfect hindsight – that the old Seasonal Depression has caught up with me a lot this year as well, and I can now see/feel the effects of that too.

Once we’ve done the move, I’m hoping that things wil settle down a bit, and I can get on with some stuff. That’s the plan, anyway.

But more than anything else I think it’s just that I’m going to have to keep an eye on that old SAD this year. It’s been a couple of years since it’s really hit me, but I’m beginning to think that this year will be the one where it returns…


Christmas Stamps

Bah, HumbugToday, Royal Mail has released the images of their Christmas Stamps for 2006.

What I want to know is why they’ve gone with an image of Father Christmas taking a shit down a chimney as the First Class stamp ?

Santa shitting down a chimney

‘Tis the Season

Bah, HumbugThis week I’ve been watching some TV via that USB adaptor (which works fantastically now it’s linked to a proper aerial, instead of the piece o’ crap micro-aerial that it came with) and I’ve noticed something. The adverts.

It seems like a good 80% of the adverts are for either perfumes, toys, or ‘greatest hits’ compilation CDs. (The other 20% is for either Cillit Bang or some kind of crappy room-fragrance candles)

Anyone would think it’s coming up to Christmas…


Parties

Bah, HumbugThe malaise is spreading. The festering season™ approacheth. Yay verily, it does.

Over the last three weeks, I’ve noticed more and more places advertising for people to book their Christmas parties. Fair enough, I suppose, it’s October, the time is nigh.

Although I must admit, I do have a teensy comprehension problem when the local ethnic Thai restaurant is advertising for Christmas parties. But maybe I shouldn’t think about these things too much…


Bah Fuckin’ Humbug

bah bloody humbugYou know, it really is very easy to go off some people particularly when they decide to go all bloody festive and remind me (and, of course, the rest of the world – or at least the subsection of it that reads his blog) that there’s “only” three months ’til Christmas.

Personally, I prefer to go with the fact that three months from today, it’ll all be over with for another year. And bloody good riddance too.

Bah, humbug.