Me too, ravenslament! I love all the typical (German) Christmas food, mulled wine, Mead, the lights, Christmas Markets and Christmas films. I even like Christmas songs.
I bloody hate it: commercialised crap, people fighting over brussel sprouts, Cliff Richard, non-stop adverts on TV (OK, I love the John Lewis one), thoroughly insincere goodwill-to-all-men twaddle (what about women??) that lasts a nanosecond until the stores run out of brussel sprouts (see above), tacky decorations (the street lights in nearby Cobham have LED candles that look like giant willies!! Seriously: I nearly crashed the car, I was laughing so much!!), being made to feel a pariah if you're NOT into Christmas, religious bullsh*t by the ton (even though it's a pre-Christian festival), being reminded constantly of family members and friends who are no longer with us, and it's a thoroughly sh*t time for millions of turkeys.
...and if I hear one more bloody christmas song, I may very well go on a rampage with an axe. Speaker systems nationwide should be trembling in fear.
Bah bloody humbug...
Bring on Burns night: I have a veggie haggis that needs attending to!!
The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
I bloody hate it: commercialised crap, people fighting over brussel sprouts, Cliff Richard, non-stop adverts on TV (OK, I love the John Lewis one), thoroughly insincere goodwill-to-all-men twaddle (what about women??) that lasts a nanosecond until the stores run out of brussel sprouts (see above), tacky decorations (the street lights in nearby Cobham have LED candles that look like giant willies!! Seriously: I nearly crashed the car, I was laughing so much!!), being made to feel a pariah if you're NOT into Christmas, religious bullsh*t by the ton (even though it's a pre-Christian festival), being reminded constantly of family members and friends who are no longer with us, and it's a thoroughly sh*t time for millions of turkeys.
...and if I hear one more bloody christmas song, I may very well go on a rampage with an axe. Speaker systems nationwide should be trembling in fear.
Bah bloody humbug...
Bring on Burns night: I have a veggie haggis that needs attending to!!
Ha! This is almost word for word the rant I shared with a colleague this week - except for the axe - my weapon of choice was a machine gun, a la Michael Douglas in Falling Down
Don't talk of worlds that never were
The end is all that's ever true
I bloody hate it: commercialised crap, people fighting over brussel sprouts, Cliff Richard, non-stop adverts on TV (OK, I love the John Lewis one), thoroughly insincere goodwill-to-all-men twaddle (what about women??) that lasts a nanosecond until the stores run out of brussel sprouts (see above), tacky decorations (the street lights in nearby Cobham have LED candles that look like giant willies!! Seriously: I nearly crashed the car, I was laughing so much!!), being made to feel a pariah if you're NOT into Christmas, religious bullsh*t by the ton (even though it's a pre-Christian festival), being reminded constantly of family members and friends who are no longer with us, and it's a thoroughly sh*t time for millions of turkeys.
...and if I hear one more bloody christmas song, I may very well go on a rampage with an axe. Speaker systems nationwide should be trembling in fear.
Bah bloody humbug...
Bring on Burns night: I have a veggie haggis that needs attending to!!
That's why I usually remind my best friends of my birthday when it's approaching, starting one month in advance. Yes, that's me, the ever-loving fluffy selfless me.
This can happen everyone misswill0w. I'm sure your best friend is not angry with you Chin up Next time you write her birthday in your calendar, so that you can't forget it
I walk wondering why, the same dream so many times
steve
Big Hand
Songs Of A Lost World *CRUMPET BOY*
This is almost word for word the rant I shared with a colleague this week - except for the axe - my weapon of choice was a machine gun, a la Michael Douglas in Falling Down 
