Au revoir, 2012.

So, I’ve wanged on a fair bit about all the rubbish things that happened this year. Sorry about that.

But as I look back, sagely, and the scene goes a bit blurry around the edges – either to indicate that we’re looking back in time, or that I’ve drunk too much wine already, or possibly both – it’s been a bloody good year, too. In fact, forget the crappy stuff – it’s been a bloody good year, full stop. Continue reading “Au revoir, 2012.”

The last Christmas post (the one with SANTA).

I wasn’t going to write any more about Christmas – too much of a good thing, and all that.

I was actually trying to figure out how to bring you up to date on my (now semi-successful – have I just jinxed it?) love-life without running a serious risk of self-sabotage.

But then I got invited to Lapland. Continue reading “The last Christmas post (the one with SANTA).”

The Christmas post (#1)

I bloody love Christmas.

I’m a bit suspicious of anyone who doesn’t. I mean, I get that my personal level of festive cheer may not be for everyone. It might be really quite annoying. Especially an entire month of ‘Aldo Sings Christmas’ (the high note in Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas is really special).

But I will not be ashamed. I will not apologise. And I will not hide my undying, everlasting, unconditional love for all things Christmassy. Continue reading “The Christmas post (#1)”