Christmas Number One. Yeah, Baby…Yeah

The slayer of X Factor’s in town and it’s called Rage In The Machine. Today’s a good day because we in the UK were greeted with the news that the X Factor Christmas record was smacked down by RATM in possibly the most exciting Christmas number one fight in five years.

A Birthday Story

It was my birthday last week.

I’ve always celebrated my birthday in a big way. I try to make it last at least a week and if I can stretch it to two, even better. There are many people who see it as just another day, or would rather forget about it, but I see it differently. To me, it’s the most important day of your life because it declares your arrival on this Earth. It’s a cause for celebration because you’ve managed to make it to another year and of course, other than the day you were born, it’s the one day of the year where others wish you well and you’re the centre of attention, a great ego boost you have to agree.

Where’s The Snow?

We’d been warned for days that there’d be heavy snow in London and the South East. We were caught out in February by the heaviest snowfall for decades, leading to a transport nightmare and the closure of schools. But it wasn’t all doom and gloom. We all became five again as snowmen were created and the high areas of parks became ski and sledging slopes. Sinking my feet into deep fresh snow at the garden of my mum’s while I was recovering from my op was delicious.

This morning, I woke up to news of travel chaos as predicted, so I went to the window of Pie Palace and looked out in anticipation of a deep blanket of snow. Well, the outskirts of London may be knee deep in the white stuff, but apart from a dusting on the rooftops, there’s nothing in this part of town.

I’m so disappointed.

Christmas Fun… It’s Official

The last two working weeks before Christmas herald some hardy perennials. There’s the obligatory Christmas songs piped out of shops and music radio stations, there’s the rush to get everything done before the break and then there’s the office party. Depending on your point of view and/or experience, they’re either great fun, or a form of torture only marginally better than poking out your eyes with a gimlet. Or listening to a Christmas X Factor number one. On a loop.

Bad Santa

Who do you think is responsible for encouraging obesity, drink driving and all manner of other ills that contribute to the general malaise of the modern world? Why Santa, of course… Eh?