Season's Bleatings

So, kids. It's that time of year again.

Here at Surly Towers the preparations are in full swing. Well, I've bought a turkey. And some Pringles. So we're all set, pretty much. I get to see Small Person on christmas day this year, which pleases me no end. Then it's lunch with Mother on Boxing Day, and off to Fifi Sis' that evening (sans Mother. Woo!) for karaoke and much silliness. Hurray!

The pressure of wondering what to buy for people, actually getting round to buying it and spending three weeks vaguely knowing I ought to wrap some stuff but not actually bothering to do it means that, as usual, I have left everything until the very last minute.

All of which is a bit of a long-winded way of saying that D-Flat Chime Bar is closed for the festive season. I'll be back some time after christmas, when I will launch into a protracted whine about how fat I have got over the holiday, and how January sucks because it is long and cold and dark and hasn't got any money in it and how I can't even seek solace in sweet, sweet alcohol since we have decided to Go On The Wagon and maybe last a bit longer than this year where we got to the 8th of January and went to the pub.

So. Anyway. Ever mindful of the need to watch my cultural manners, I will close by wishing you all a very happy Winterval. Click here for seasonal joy (needs sound).

Carry on.