Earthquake Weather

Jan 9, 2005 at 00:46 o\clock

So this is Christmas, and what are you do'n'?

by: earthquakeweather

Something truly obnoxious, a toad, or a weasel, or a GM toad-weasel (tweasels ™, which will soon be used to feed the Somalians, knowing Blair), squats in everyone; even in me, the not-so-holy crusader against public spectacles, has 1% of themself that expects something interesting to happen on the minute where Christmas eve becomes Christmas. Well, something has. I’ve changed my religion/sex/cereal preference/all of the above. No, to be honest, my metamorphosis was barely my tripping over a Television set that lies on my floor.

Yes, I know what you are going to say. I never watch TV; and never have, since early February. But, sick as I was last night, I had to have something to occupy my head not as strenuous as my usual activity of thinking.

– Anyway, this pretty much sums up the crap that is Christmas in England: on the radio as we speak is

  • On radio 4: mass. In Latin. Perfect.
  • On BRMB, they played one odious Christmas song, just to be the first to play one, then played ‘you can do it, put your ârse into it by Scoopy Scooby Dog Crap, then some ‘dyslexxxic’ shit from Christina Aguasucia. Telling juxtaposition, also followed by Radio 1.
  • The continental choice, Beacon (for it comes from the far off markets of Wolverhampton) is playing Don’t call me baby by a few forgotten Australian women. Taste the rainbow.
  • Radio 2 is playing reject Christmas songs, unrhyming, by some Irish guy. Wocked.

    Next year in Jerusalem!!


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