Update: 19th December

santaChristmas is coming, and i am getting fat – a consequence of a seemingly endless parade of festive food that seems to loom enticingly around every corner.

Inevitably, in an effort to make amends for my gluttony, it’s almost mandatory for me to spawn the obligatory Christmas humourous scribbling.

It’s done. It’s published: i can now gorge myself silly, and guilt-free, in the knowledge that i’ve made my contribution to seasonal cheer.

Its only redeeming quality is that i wrote it, so it’s hardly your silver bells and candy cane traditional Christmas story… if that’s what you’re after, i urge you not to head over to Alt. life: and the somewhat distressing tale, ‘Sirens wail, are you listening?’

Merry thingy!

s. x

It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said, “Son, I won’t see another one”
Christy Moore – Fairytale Of New York

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