Tag Archives: Christmas

Lovely baubles…

Only my mother – who has somehow reached sixty-three with her naivety intact – could buy this Christmas jumper and not recognise the intrinsic euphemism emblazoned across it…


Take it back mum; take it back now.

Festive Thoughts…

HospitalAs profoundly dismal as it is to wake up on Christmas morning in hospital – with the crudely placed tinsel decorating the ward; and the thought of the dry, flavourless turkey you will eat later that day – there’s something a little more depressing about taking your first few breaths of the new year from beneath the sheets of your single cot.

I wonder if there’s a countdown over the PA system, and if the doctors and nurses sing ‘Auld Lang Syne’.

Goodnight, folks.

2012: RIP. See you on the other side.