So here I am. A good-looking, talented young man (my arse) sitting in front of the computer searching for something to do to pass the 2 hours left before the epic that is Live At The Apollo, tonight has Dara O'Brien and Frankie Boyle! One of the great pairings if ever there was one. But anyway. Here I am, and to pass the time, I'll write a new post for my blog! It's been over a month since my last one, and it's fitting that it's just before Christmas, as it gives me something to write about.
What a shit Christmas it's going to be. The fact that it's shit, however, is my fault. 2008 hasn't been the best of years for me, but I should stop having a go, 'cause the whole shit that's happened was inflicted by yours truly. Ohhh, I've screwed up so many times this year. Other than on August 21st. But that wasn't my doing. That was just the fact that my results turned out to be good. The other 351 (?) days this year (today being the 352nd) have been shit. Sorry for the upcoming cliché, but I simply MUST make 2009 the best thing since sliced bread.
But anyway. To the title of this post.
So, it's that time of year again. A time of happiness and family gatherings with those relatives you haven't seen in years and you don't really want to see them again. Yes, Uncle Knobhead is coming to town. The town being Loughborough. I've loved Christmas for as long as I can remember. The build up, seeing all the lights being put up, buying the annual Christmas tree and giving your parents (sorry kids) your list of possible presents. But this year, none of that has had the usual spark. Other than the Christmas tree. That's actually half decent. But everything else. Ffffffffffffff. No one has really bothered with Christmas lights this year. My mum has, but no one else has. I look forward to walking around the area at night around Christmas and looking at the lights. But this year, there's fuck all here. There's another cliché coming. There's no Christmas Spirit. Sorry, Andrew, I may have just broken your cliché bell. No one seems to be bothered about Christmas this year. There's so much stuff I want for Christmas this year which would've been brilliant last year when I had no clue what I wanted, but the year I know what I want, it doesn't feel like Christmas. Great timing.
Hopefully, the trip to Loughborough should brighten things up. And some snow would be nice too. And the Annual New Year Party at Ceri's. But if they don't work, it tops off a really shit year.
Oh the wonders of the word shit.