The Goose is Getting Fat
All is sedate in the middle of England during this build-up to Christmas.
It’s fair to say I’m not missing the schmaltz of the build-up overkill that America does so well.
It’s also fair to say that I’m not experiencing very much, for my head is down and covered in paint, a paint called Dark Elegance no less, which is a bit of a waste as I believe I was already bathed in a dark elegance.
Still, it was a close call as it could have been Madison Mauve.
So it is the second week of December and I haven’t heard John Lennon yet. Nor Wizzard. Nor Jona Lewie. It may not even be another Rock and Roll Christmas, another Christmas Rock and Roll. Of course I have yet to turn the radio on.
To the best of my knowledge there are not radio stations in Britain or Ireland that play nothing but Christmas songs. Please don’t add to my knowledge.
I’ve seen one tree. From a distance, through a window. But I’ve seen no Christmas lights at all. And I’ve only seen decorations in a pub and in a bag.
So the greatest sense of Christmas I’ve got so far is from the British government. Or more likely the BBC in the way they’ve reported the British government.
Because the Prime Minister has anounced that British troops are to withdraw from Basra, the last province in Iraq that they control, by Christmas.
By Christmas. So said the Beeb. That’s a nice touch for an Islamic nation. I always wondered what you should give Muslims for Christmas. Turns out it’s their own country back.
See Related:
• Christmas, it could happen to a bishop
• Happy Christmas Vs Merry Christmas
• Saying Happy New Year in Irish / Gaelic / Gaeilge
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