I'm sure that flus come at worse times than between Christmas and new year, but this particular time is probably the least fun time of the lot.
Bah Hachoo Humbug.
Let's pretend that my sneezing sounds like this - and feel all holiday happy and fizz.
It's pretty much the reverse of inappropriately lugubrious holiday music, isn't it?
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Post Prandial Phantasies. Burp.
"On the seventeenth day of Christmas
The Elephant said to me -
It's almost HALLOWEEN!"
Someone has a turkey-stuffing hangover...
The Elephant said to me -
It's almost HALLOWEEN!"
Someone has a turkey-stuffing hangover...
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Merry Christmas, You-All!
This morning's shower ditty:
"I don't want a lot for Christmas
That is one big honking fib!
I'm dreaming of buckets of gold and rubies
A necklace like a diamond bib
(Just like Maria Christina of the Two Sicilies in her seminal royal portrait of 1830)*
Oh, I just want you for my own
Just how much you're gonna know
When i throw you down, tear off your stockings
And smooch you beneath the mistletoe -"
At which point Mr Tabubil stuck his head into the shower, asked if I was quite done, and that he was going to be out on the terrace with a boiled egg. Did I want one? There was one for me if i wanted one.
*The line doesn't scan, but pedantic accuracy is important when it comes to Santa's Wish List. You can hum it in E sharp if you like.
Friday, December 12, 2014
Second-rate Holly Jollies.
I am trapped in customer service telephone hell.
I wouldn't mind so much if the infinite roll of Christmas carols they're playing at me weren't buried in so much static. Or if they chose versions that weren't maudlin and lugubrious.
Stop singing about holly jolly holidays with a catch in your throat. And if you're going to hang a star upon the highest bough, remember that only Judy ever got away with quavering like that. Your quivers, semi-quivers, demi-quivers and little achey-breachy wibble-wobble-whoopses will not be supplanting Judy as doleful holiday queen anytime soon, alright? Go try a jolly little jingle bells. Go ahead, try it. Throw in that perky decant about snowflakes if you want, but above all, sing it cheery!
I've got a long wait and an epic argument ahead of me and i want to be in a fighting spirit. Not curled up sobbing underneath my Christmas tree while a second-rate celebrity sings a mournful dirge about snowmen.
Please. Thank you. Please.
I wouldn't mind so much if the infinite roll of Christmas carols they're playing at me weren't buried in so much static. Or if they chose versions that weren't maudlin and lugubrious.
Stop singing about holly jolly holidays with a catch in your throat. And if you're going to hang a star upon the highest bough, remember that only Judy ever got away with quavering like that. Your quivers, semi-quivers, demi-quivers and little achey-breachy wibble-wobble-whoopses will not be supplanting Judy as doleful holiday queen anytime soon, alright? Go try a jolly little jingle bells. Go ahead, try it. Throw in that perky decant about snowflakes if you want, but above all, sing it cheery!
I've got a long wait and an epic argument ahead of me and i want to be in a fighting spirit. Not curled up sobbing underneath my Christmas tree while a second-rate celebrity sings a mournful dirge about snowmen.
Please. Thank you. Please.
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