I sound like bloody Scrooge don't I? I had a decent Yule, except I think I caught a chill (possibly on the arduously long trip from London to my parents' place in Lichfield- but I won't bore you with the details) and I had metabolism issues as a consequence(which, as you may be eating as you read this, I definitely won't go into the details about). Only today do I feel much better in myself. This year I'm staying in, as it is tipping down outside, and it seems drinking establishments have got into their head to rip off the public even more than usual. For example, one of the pubs five mins walk from here, decent boozer as it is, is charging £15 just to enter. No free drinks, no food- £15 just to go in! I have plenty of beer in and I have total control over the music played in my presence and I can go to bed when I want (and sausage sandwiches with a Galaxy chocolate bar to follow) so sod it. After all, it's only a glorified Sunday night ie you can get served after 10.30pm isn't it?
Anyway, I'll leave it there. More stuff will appear here in 2007, though I'm not sure about when and what it will be. Just going to leave you, following news that his erstwhile mate Saddam has been strung up, with Don Rumsfeld enjoying himself. This is a toe-curlingly embarrassing photo...
"OK Guys: if you keep stumm about the stand down orders for September 11th I'll see if my good friend Tiny Blur can bring you some M&S underpants next time he crosses the pond..."
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