Circumstance took me back to the UK just before Christmas; a landmark birthday on it had me stay to spend it with mother, who lives in Chard; a place located in deep and darkest Somerset.
By choice celebrations would start with friends on Christmas Eve; a visit to the pub with a massive Continue reading
It’s only with hindsight that I realise what a ‘playground‘ London was for me from the mid-eighties (when becoming old enough to do as I pleased) to the late nineties; when changes started running so deep they were impossible to miss and/or ignore.
Videos of surprised faces as pressies are opened; before and after pics of dinner, the pudding, and various alcoholic drinks likewise. All delivered instantaneously; not shown half-arsed Continue reading
Christmas is meant to be full of celebration and joy; for many, though, it can be a dark time brimming with morbidity and doom in a place far from fun and festivity.
Humbug, we say.
While calling these people Ebenezer Scrooge.
What the Dickens, then Continue reading
It’s Christmas. TV and media are shoving images of lovely things to eat in our faces hand over fist.
As a vegetarian, all this revelling over dead carcasses doesn’t make for fun viewing 😦
Before becoming one, there was a time I didn’t get it for a second; even being known to scoff at, instead of consider the view.
These days I frequently see/hear ‘snowflake‘ used in relation to fellow flesh-dodgers. Continue reading
A poem possibly about indecision more than anything else.