Christmas Message

There is an exceedingly long, multiple-themed password-protected post below this one which I should really offer some kind of seasonal prize to anyone who actually reads all of. With its mix of domestic woes and fluffy insider celebrity gossip on a brightly-pinked coloured background, it’s almost worthy of pitching to Closer Magazine…too bad my combination of too much paranoia and too many brain cells prevents that.

I’m off to the pub with friends later tonight, and will be alternately at home or in London over the coming days, which my ma has organised down to printing out a meal plan and intinery (cue predictable German joke). Tomorrow is said ma’s birthday and another of my collection of German uncles will be spending Christmas and Boxing day with us, then I’m going to the New Year bash to end all New Year bashes.

I know it’s fashionable among my sort of circles to write about hating Christmas, how stressful it is, what a bloody waste of time it all is and provide lots of amusing links to sites like Ugly-Tree-Decorations.com and Britain’s-Biggest-Office-Party-Bores.com. But frankly, every other blog has these sort of things now. If they don’t, the Guardian Guide does. And *whisper it* mental health worries aside, I really actually ENJOY Christmas, and always have.

Anyway, I will surely be checking my phone every five seconds throughout the season but how much or how little I’ll be blogging depends. So in the mean time, before you settle down to Charlie Brooker’s Evil Christmas Quiz, I will leave you with one last little token…