Once upon a time, I'm sure that Christmas was something to do with the back end of December - now it seems that Christmas starts in August and goes through to February. At least that's what the shops would have you think. No sooner has Her Maj finished the annual diatribe to the proletariat then it's endless bloody adverts for sales ("Starts 6am Boxing Day") and poxy summer holidays!
What Christmas actually means these days:
- You can't get served in your local boozer for all the people who only ever seem to leave the house of an evening once a bloody year and then think they have the divine right to command the full attention of every one of the poor unfortunates working behind the bar.
- Morons who get mass media attention by draining the National Grid of every last drop of electricity by covering their streets with enough lights to confuse the hell out of any passing British Airways pilot.
- Hearing sodding Slade/Wizzard songs blaring out of every shop in Christendom twenty four hours a day.
- Traffic jams absolutely bloody everywhere as the nation decides, as one, to go Christmas shopping to the same shops at the same time whilst being compelled to take of all their screaming children with them.
- Yet another repeated "Only Fools and Horses" Christmas Special. Whoopee.
Welcome to my world........................................
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Grumpy old git is right!!!! Not so old though.
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