It’s Christmas time. And, despite claims to the contrary, there are plenty of reasons to be afraid. But I’m not going to list them here - I’m sure we all have our own fears. Personally my biggest concern is that, if I carry on eating and drinking the way I have been then, come January 2006, I will look like the love child of Michael Moore and Michelle McManus – now that’s a lot of lard (and a lot of ‘m’s too).
Anyway, I’m going to be in Ireland for the jolly season. The Realist meanwhile will, I believe, be in his beloved Midlands. Watch this space for the Liberal Elite Year End Review – a rollercoaster ride through the chaos that was 2005.
If I can be bothered.
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And if I can be bothered... If not, a happy Christ*mas to our four readers!
Christ*, 2006 has to be better than the wretched nonsense that was 2005 - dumped, nearly bombed, another year of Bush, etc. Joy!
Yours, etc.
The Realist
*There is no such thing as Christ.
In that case, have a happy generic winter celebration and a alchohol fuelled New Year! As Labour told us in '98, 'Thing's can only get better'.
2006 will be a better year. Guaranteed. Merry Christmas. X.
Indeed. Happy Winter Solstice everyone. Let's make this year a pagan festival to remember.
But don't get me started on New Year. Celebrating the arrival of January is like throwing a party for irritable bowel syndrome.
(Sorry Realist, I know your birthday is in January, but it really is a shit time of year.)
Can't be as bad as the last couple of months, though, can it?
All my love to you and Citizeness... The Realist and I will toast to you in France
Bonjour!
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