Hairy Shitmas Everyone!

OK nearly ready to pack for my trip to Jordan and the Wholly Land. I never understood that - what do they mean, there are no rivers or lakes? Of course there are - it's in the Beeble, isn't it? What did Jesus walk on - the water, or an earthy crust which magically formed on the surface? Was it really the Field of Galilee, until consequent mistranslators of the Beeble decided that if they put "Sea" it would sound so much better, wetter?

Anyway I am at the very end of my legendary staminamina (no I have not misspelled that - that is what I have. Exactly the same as other people, it just lasts longer) so much so, that I fell asleep watching the news, and when I woke up, I stared unthinkingly at the screen watching a parrot have a cataract operation. And they say TV has been dumbed down!! I ask you, show me the mince pie logic in that. It was always dumb, and it will remain so while upper-middle class men with upper-level salaries in back rooms are making the decisions about what is good for us ALL. Everyone knows that this self-made stuff we get these days is so much better - and even if it isn't, at least it's not another teatime homogenised buy-a-house decorate-a-house calm-down-the-kids get-fit cuddle-an-animanimal programme. And yes, that's animanimal. I like a bit of balance, even mid-anti-kulture-rant.

During my winter break, I shall (with the aid of some trusty friends) be podding and blogging from time to time elsewhere.

Enjoy the annual indigestion-fest - think of me as you belch your third helping of turkey into the over-arching alcoholic fug, and if you feel the fear, but have to do it anyway, you might employ this excellent admoninition:

"Get Thee Behind Me, Santa!"