11 days left to go until the Behemoth which is in the room will have left the room, leaving behind it a trail of debt and disappointment. The shops, from where I’m standing, are a selection and collection of dead souls looking for inspiration, as if spending more and more will make everything better for the end of the year.
Christmas is a time for giving, but please don’t give stuff you can’t afford should be the message, instead it is still store card here, HP there (not the sauce) as the shops make a last ditch effort to stave off the might of the internet giants, well giant; I think we all know what I’m talking about.
Amazon. The shop that seems to sell absolutely anything you can possibly want. It never ceases to amaze me as to how much stuff they have or have access to, its a monster. Thats all I have to say on the matter, it exists and many far more intelligent people than myself can wax lyrical about it, but I find it absolutely astonishing that a shop can seemingly dominate the western world, baffling.
We should all support our local book and record shops, our local jewellers, restaurants, forget about the chains, we seem to be no longer a nation of shopkeepers, it saddens me but there seems to be no stopping that Bozo man.
Anyway on a positive note my son won an award at his annual football presentation for being best improved player of the year. My heart glows with pride. Today the football was really really cold, after the game all the kids came off the pitch crying and gasping for air, such was the wet icy rain and the freezing breeze. But well done to all of them. There is talk of doing a risqué calendar, either the Mums or the Dads, haven’t worked it out yet!! But just wait for the movie based on the story!
Goodnight all I’m off out with Mrs T and some friends, so don’t wait up and do not burgle my house, we’ve got exploding door frames which will splinter and tear your heads off if you try to enter without the special pass or “key” as some like to call it.