It's traditional...
The crock'o'shit's almost over, dear reader.
Bah Humbug!
Showing posts with label Xmas 2022. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Xmas 2022. Show all posts
Sunday, 25 December 2022
Saturday, 24 December 2022
Friday, 23 December 2022
Oh, let the temperature rise
On this, the last day in work before the Festering Season really kicks in, I'm hoping we may get to knock off a bit early - then the laptop will go away under the stairs for a fortnight!
It's pissing down out there, and I'm at home with the lamps on. We need something to lift our spirits and to get in the mood for the parties to come. What could be more festive than some Minogues, some drag queens and a load of people dancing on a beach in their swimwear..?
Thank Disco It's "Xmas Eve Eve" Friday!
You can stick your "White Christmas" and your "Let it Snow". Sunshine is the way to go!
Happy holidays, dear reader!
Monday, 19 December 2022
Fatty and his sack o'shit
It's dark, it's bleak and it's miserable out there. At least there's no snow to make today's journey to work treacherous, but there may well be more rain. Yuk.
On this Tacky Music Monday, here's another seasonal classic to cheer us up. All together, now...
Have a good week, dear reader.
Sunday, 18 December 2022
Sentiment will not endear it; what's important is the price
The snow is turning to slush, as the rain has arrived. It's grey and grim, and all that's playing on the radio is "festive" music. Bah Humbug!
Here's a very welcome return for Mr Tom Lehrer, and his seasonal message:
Christmas time is here, by golly
Disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill the cup and don't say when
Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens
Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens
Even though the prospect sickens
Brother, here we go again
On Christmas Day you can't get sore
Your fellow man you must adore
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four
Relations, sparing no expense, 'll
Send some useless old utensil
Or a matching pen and pencil
("Just the thing I need, how nice!")
It doesn't matter how sincere it is
Nor how heartfelt the spirit
Sentiment will not endear it
What's important is the price
Hark, the Herald Tribune sings
Advertising wondrous things
God rest ye merry merchants
May ye make the Yuletide pay
Angels we have heard on high
Tell us to go out and – buy!
So let the raucous sleigh bells jingle
Hail our dear old friend Kriss Kringle
Driving his reindeer across the sky
Don't stand underneath when they fly by!
Speaking of Xmas shopping, here's a lucky dip of gifts for you dear reader - just stick your hand in the bran tub, and you, too could have one of these...
[click any image to embiggen - if you dare]
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