A merry Christmas to all of you; the sane and the troubled, the humorous and the witless, the rural and the urban, the autodidacts and the monomaniacal, the easy-going and the psychotic, the borderline fascists and the Stalinist libtard bien pensants. And all the others, the many I’ve missed. I wish you all a lovely Christmas and a new year which brings forth things which make you sort of, you know, happy.
And so this morning, d’you know what? I really did this. Thing is, it’s all there was available that hadn’t been earmarked for family lunches or suppers or snacks for the bloody kids. So I did it. I breakfasted on coffee and apples. It comes to all of us, in the end. Happy Christmas.
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