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?’
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