OK, confession time. Last night Techno Scouse caught me watching something i shouldn’t have been on TV. It involved a group of hot teens, and plenty of big naked boobs. Obviously I know these programmes are on TV most nights, but they’re always trashy pieces of crap that fill schedules. I guess I just had a moment of weakness and got found out. She’s forgiven me, but I still feel a real sense of shame and embarassment.
So, to paraphrase John Lennon, that was Christmas!
It seems only fair to say that I hope you all got what you wanted from Father Christmas (I refuse to call him Santa). I have had the usual disappointment that I think all people over the age of 22 must have when they spend Christmas with their parents. That’s right, a piss-poor selection of presents.
Why is it that just because you get a proper job, you suddenly become ineligible for imaginative or exciting presents? I mean last year the highlight was a bin for my car.
They say no man is an island. Well, someone said it once and that was the limit of their contribution to society. At that time, people were stuck with concepts only of physical things that could be used as metaphors, whereas now we are lucky enough to have the notion of the cyber world to expand our way of thinking. This means that instead of those plague-ridden days (i.e. the 1970s) where the only ways of making new friends was to actually spend time in the same place as them, residents of the 21st century are able to use el t’internet instead.
Is it really December already? I know that I have a tendancy to drift off and not notice what’s going on around me, but where did half the year go?
Oh well, no point in trying to solve that mystery or it’ll be April by the time I actually do anything useful.
So how is everyone? I was going to call, I swear… I just got called out on an emergency, then when I came back the cat had clawed up the paper with your number on it. So that’s why I’ve not been in touch until now. Honest.