Tis the Season where you’re forced to be fucking merry all the fucking time.
Goes tae supermarket….
I didn’t say anything of course but I couldn’t help but notice that they’ve made all the staff at my local supermarket dress up as elves.
I remained calm. No raising of an obrobrious eye-brow, no “taking-my-business-elsewhere” etc, no shouting, no being escorted strugging to the door by security personel. I kept my shit together and was the very esscence of zen-like calm… I let my warring feelings wash over me, wash through me and when they had passed, only I remained.
The staff genuinely seemed more cheerful than usual as well. I don’t know why. I’d be fucking furious if someone made me to dress up as an elf. I mean I never understood it at the time, but looking back now I know exactly where Grumpy off Snow White etc was coming from. He’s the only one who had a scrap of common-sense.
Anyway, whatever. That was the hilight of my day. As a reaction (perhaps as a type of misdirected revenge), I’ve decided to move the storm-troopers etc from the bit on the right into a blog post… they’ve had their day. They were good while they lasted, but now it’s time they were put out to pasture.
I think I might put links to other bits of the site etc. Something needs to be done. Loads of people are turning up - but staying for an average of about 7 seconds… which is like 1/2 a goldfish’s memory.
Idiots.














