For the first time in my life I have actually had enough of Christmas. I don't know if it is the sheer quantity of fine wine, cheese and chocolate or perhaps the baubles, decorated houses and crap telly but I am ready to put the tree to the axe. It's very out of character but I have gone off it all. It feels like a house guest whose company you have enjoyed but now you would quite like to leave and wave off in their car. It's not even New Year's Eve (a night I have never really enjoyed) and I feel like this. The ladyfriend say's it's an age thing and I will have to agree, as each year passes my excitement dulls....this year I didn't even bother to make a Christmas cake.
Just one last thing and I know it's terrible and I thank God it hasn't happened in Eastbourne etc but one thing that has struck me about the holiday makers I've seen fleeing Thailand is that they are all a bit common. Is Phuket the new Benidorm?
I'm on a bit of break myself at the moment so posting will be a bit patchy...just aswell given the sensitive nature of the last comment...I will ofcourse be making a donation to the relief fund.
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