Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Ding dong

Festive word up!

Having just returned from Dame Reg's nuptials, I'm not best placed write my annual Christmas message to my adoring fans but here goes.

What a do that was. Having spent 3 hours in traffic on the way there only to find that it was the queue for Ikea, you can imagine that yours truly was not in the best frame of mind on arrival. Still, the old queen did us proud and I managed to put away my fair share of the bubbly on offer. Good to see Ozzie Osbourne and Mrs Beckham there even though I did get them mixed up - and that was before I'd hit the Bollie.

So now its back to reality and Christmas Day at my mum's. She's in a bit of tizz because of all this bird flu business. Last I heard she was basting the turkey with Vick as a precaution. I only hope we don't have Lemsip sauce to go with it. Unlike the royal wedding, it will be a modest affair. Just me, my old mum and her toy boy. I was hoping my beloved would be able to join us but she suddenly remembered she had to climb Kilimanjaro or something. So it'll be the usual turkey and all the trimmings followed by a 3 hour drunken doze in front of the Xmas edition of Pimp my Ride. I believe it's Santa's sleigh that's getting the treatment this year.

So another year closes without a number 1. I was going to re-record 'All I want for Christmas is a Beatle' but looking at the ones that are left, I decided not to bother. What a year it has been in the rock firmament, what with that 70's throwback - Rod Stewart fathering yet another sprog instead of collecting his pension and moaning about the state of the paving stones outside the post office. It set yours truly thinking about the future and what it holds for the golden generation. I mean, what with Sir Mick and the boys on yet another tour with Keef asking every 5 minutes whether he's had his dinner yet and Lady Elton getting spliced, you'd be forgiven for thinking that the world has tipped every so slightly off-centre.

Anyway must dash, there's a carol concert at the Al Jazeera Tapas bar and Massage Parlour and I'm keen to get a front seat.

Season's Greetings and a Happy New Year


VG - RS



1 comment:

Tim said...

Are you stuck in a blog that is going nowhere fast?

Belated season's greetings, Gropey.

I hope you've got more sense than to go climbing up coconut trees. Honestly, at his age?