« on: November 07, 2014, 04:57:46 pm »
I fucking love christmas! There I said it. I love the two weeks off work and the giving/getting presents to/from people and the huge fucking banquet and the gallons of booze and the mountains of reefer and Kirsty MacColl and the Pogues.
I don't care who started it. Some prehistoric dickhead getting caught by the filth and literally banged up cos living gods can't crime worth a fuck or a bunch of other prehistoric wankers sacrificing virgins to the spirit of the harvest. Seriously - couldn't give a fuck and will happily reduce to a quivering vegetable anyone who can (another thing to love about christmas)
Christmas is Saturday Night2 and I'll puke neat Tequilla in the face of anyone who refuses to party.
This holiday you speak of is completely foreign to me. In the U.S. we have this frenzied, month-long consumer blood sport typically starting on the last Friday in November and running right up until the last possible second on December 24th. Not a whole lot of two weeks off work around these parts, and even if there were it would be spent in an insurmountable cross-town commute through suddenly feral packs of disposable battery and gift-card hoarders wearing santa caps and bleeding peppermint flavored jolly from their tear ducts. The only party is in the media room where they get to report on shoppers getting trampled and do a weekly round-up of the banned nativity scene inspired butt-hurt. If you're lucky enough here to get to have a nice meal and spend time with family and friends, that merely means that there's some upside to the Ho-Ho-Hell. But even that is by no means a given, because we still need employees out there cleaning up the small asteroid worth of garbage that is generated, scrubbing the blood and regret from the retail shelves in preparation for the smaller after Christmas aftershock, and manning the suicide hotlines.
If you love Christmas, you haven't tried American Christmas.
I just hide in my house for that last week, until the worst of it is over.
LOL, yeah, once again I failed to account for the murrica-factor. We get a month of annoying radio jingles and tv full of "buy this plastic crap or your kids'll hate you" propaganda (if you're still into that old 20th century watching teevee with ads thing) but on the whole, in scotland, it's fucktons of booze and food and beating the shit out of tourists just coz. To be honest it could be any other scottish holiday, or weekend, or weekday but with loads of trippy lights in the shape of reindeer everywhere.