Christmas is coming

You may or may not appreciate the fact that, in common with many middle-aged fat blokes I have great difficulty in motivating myself off the sofa or even out of bed at this time of year.

Now I am not sure whether this is it to do with seasonally affected disorder or just the fact that it is becoming cold and has been bloody dark outside for a couple of months now.

Anyway I have seen the light, and unfortunately it twinkles and glows around the mantelpiece, various picture frames, as well as down the banisters in the hallway accompanied with tasteful glittering stuff.

As you may know I am not a religious man or superstitious for that matter, but Christmas strikes the fear of God into me, an example, on seeing Mrs Me, as I staggered out of the shower Saturday, noting the bag of Christmas decorations in her hands I stupidly offered in a co-operative moment to get the rest of the decorations down from the loft, bad move, as my goodwill gesture was met with a withering criticism pointing out that I had never put them in the attic in the first place and they had remained the spare room all year.

Anyway I am sure that Christmas hostilities will start in earnest towards the end of next week, as I am not a Christian I trust that my suffering is kept to a minimum and hope to avoid Cliff Richard singing Mistletoe and Wine this year although I do much appreciate the Pogues and Kirsty MacColl's Fairy-tale of New York as this track seems to sum up a more accurate Christmas mood.