Happy Christmas and New Year.
Amazon have failed to deliver any of the Christmas presents that I ordered, have not replied to emails, and have not returned calls. I got rather cross when I spoke to them just now.
Its rather difficult to get hold of their phone number from the site, but the good news is that it is here: 0800 2796620
The trouble with Christmas is that it makes you want to stab yourself.
Luckily, it is possible to look at amusing street signs, by way of distraction.
This one was in Blackpool.
Here is an illustration of all I know:
Under the tree
in some wrap
is a present
that’s quite crap
a little gift
from me to you
thats crafted from
a piece of poo.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave me
in a raffle
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
a love letter
copied, from one she had sent to someone else
The existential dectective drives a Citroen DS. Hurrah.
I have to say, though, that quite why anyone in a studio thought that “I heart Huckabees” would make money is a mystery. I enjoyed it. But it did seem as though it was always going to alienate the audience. In the large screened cinema of this place there were 5 people watching, two of whom left part way through.