Still harping on about Christmas.
I do hate it. Just for once it would be nice to do something I want instead of having to please other people.
Ahh, Christmas. A time when we should all worship our loving God. The same God who slaughters over 2 million of his subjects in the Bible. With friends like him …?
Take the nativity. Jesus is born and God sends a star to guide three wise men to bear gifts. Unfortunately, the star isn’t accurate and the men end up going to King Herod by mistake. So, having been sent the wrong way by God, the wise men blurt out the secret to Herod, thus instigating the massacre of the innocents. Hmm … Doesn’t sound very wise to me.
Sorry, couldn’t resist.
Because of God’s misdirection, dozens of newborn subjects, waiting to be brainwashed into loving God, are murdered.
There is a moral to this story. If ever in life you are lost and in need of direction, don’t trust God, buy a Sat-Nav instead.
Merry Christmas.
And talking of Christmas presents …
Earlier this year I did a piece about a two inch Hex/Allen key which came posted to me in a twelve inch box full of polystyrene shapes to protect the metal object. Well, one of David’s Christmas presents nearly matched that for over zealous packing.
There it is, a massive three-foot box to send a twelve inch toy train. And no bubble wrap … tut tut. It’s a good job my recycle collection came two days after Christmas.
And while I was shopping for the kids toys …
I’m glad my daughter isn’t into those bland karaoke singers from One Dimension (I mean … One Direction). If she was, she may have wanted me to buy her the replica dolls instead of the Gothic Dead Dolls she normally likes (Yes, I have children with strange tastes). However, while I was shopping for Clawdeen Wolf, Venus Flytrap and Viperine Gorgon, I came across the previously mentioned boy-band dolls.
Ahh … I’m kind of guessing Liam is the minger of the band who nobody wants. I almost feel sorry for him.
And the picture of the week.
When I used to post on Myspace, I only offered one photograph a week at first. It would always be something I came across while out and about. This one I’m sticking on now reminds me of the ludicrous things I used to see.
As I was climbing the staircase to make my way to a coffee shop, I noticed elsewhere in the building there was a CD and Record fair taking place. However, half way up the stairs, after kicking some puppet frog out of the way, I noticed a directional sign for the CD event.
I’m guessing they hadn’t a sign which catered for the stairs turning to the right so therefore had to put this one upside down.
Only in Walsall.
A short observation.
Also in my Myspace roasts, I would have a piece titled, Knob of the Week. Okay, this knob was a couple of weeks ago but I haven’t posted in that time so I really should give one final award and hand it to Lord Hanningfield.
Hanningfield has been in the news over the revelation he claimed £300 allowance for spending 45 minutes in the House of Lords one day.
Yet another example of the over privileged having positions of power in this country. In an interview, the Tory Twit stated he didn’t know what the fuss was about. He called it, “A storm in a teacup.”
Spending under an hour to earn £300, I’m surprised he had time for a cup of tea.
And a Happy New Year.
2013 has been the most difficult year of my life, and it had a knock on effect in my writing. As for the Sunday Roast, I hope throughout, people haven’t been offended by what I say. It really is, tongue-in-cheek.
I don’t actually dislike One Direction. I wouldn’t know their songs if they were blasting my eardrums. I don’t even hate Russel Brand, Sharon Osbourne or any of the other celebrities I’ve lampooned. Even the royals, I’m ambivalent about. So I’m truly okay with all I have a go at and none of the insults are meant. Well, apart from those directed at Iain Duncan Smith. He’s a complete cunt.
Farewell from the Sunday Roast.
Cheers.
Nick
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That was a fun read. (I’d put an exclamation point there, to show that I mean what I say but hey – we’re all grownups, right?)
Maybe the reason you dislike One Direction is the same reason I dislike all such “boy bands”: what we’re both seeing is some dude – or in this case, a collection of dudes – hitting on women and girls. It’s always uncomfortable to watch. When my buddy Rory pulls out his best lines on a woman at a club, I have to turn away from him, just to maintain sanity. It’s an ugly process, and no less ugly when I do it myself. Yet for some strange reason, some women interpret our awkward flailing mating call as “oh, he seems to like me. Maybe I’ll give him a chance.” God. What do women see in us anyway?
The part of your blog that really prompted me to comment, however, was the very first paragraph. Specifically the line “Just for once it would be nice to do something I want instead of having to please other people.”
Yeah. That. I’ve noticed that old people seem to do well, by doing just that: not pleasing others and in fact, being grumpy enough to demand their fair share of attention and service. People tend to walk on eggshells around them. After a particularly bad few years of my own (sorry to hear about your bad year by the way), I decided to mimic them, just a bit. It worked. I don’t do the Christmas shuffle anymore, for starters.
Anyway, good luck in the new year and hope it’s a hell of a lot better than this one. Keep writing!
Hi Nick,
I agree about IDS. I can’t really agree about One Direction… Who are they? I hope you have a better year this year. I’ve had more of my fair share of crap, life isn’t so bad now. Too late though, I’m 65 next month. If anyone calls me a pensioner, I’ll beat them to death with my stick. Unless they’re giving me money…