Thursday, 24 December 2009
A bit of Christmas cheer.
Apparently NASA or someone have set up some kind of system to track Santa. Let's hope those Patriot missiles don't get him this year.
Outside, light rain has turned the snow into a sheet of polished ice but I have no plans to go anywhere for a few days at least. Nobody will be able to get near the house either. It's better than a moat and cheaper too.
I have a stock of whisky, wine and food and I'm dug in for the duration. Just need to set up the candles and prepare the 'Hail Santa' chant for midnight.
No ranting tomorrow. I'll only be on if I have something funny to say and am sober enough to say it. It's every curmudgeon's day off.
Merry Christmas to one and all.
Except politicians. For you lot, I hope Rudolph shits down your chimney.
And I hope he's been eating a particularly virulent curry.
I'll catch up on all those comments on Boxing Day or maybe tomorrow if the TV is as crap as usual. For now, oblivion beckons...
Posted by Leg-iron at 22:13