Spooning Good Singing Gum
20 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
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I can hardly believe it meself. Been over a month since I Penned anything. Work has simply got in the way. 15 hour days are the norm at the mo. Then come the weekend I indulge in a crafty snifter or three; post ridiculous amounts of garbage on the internet, sleep a lot and watch TV. Such is the nature of my life right now. As Status Quo said in 1988, I “Ain’t Complaining” especially when checking my bank account and witnessing the presence of money. Still getting used to being able to fund my tobacco habit.
Unexpectedly I find myself with a day off midweek. Interview with Royal Mail this morning for a full time postman position in Mildenhall. Who knows could start 2012 with a brand sparkling new job. One which shouldn’t involve 15 hour days. As usual in such a situation I remain pessimistic about my chances of success although admittedly proceedings went pretty well I feel.
The plan was to take advantage of some free time and start clearing stuff out of HQ. However after a taxing trip to Sainsbury’s when I arrived home the tiredness of my situation caught up and I spent a couple of hours power napping to the dulcet tones of retro daytime television. Then I sprang out of bed, fixed a coffee and decided to write. The flat revamp will have to wait a little longer methinks. It’s a rather big job I have on my hands!
As I drive my battered old City Link van around the highways of ruralSuffolk, the various DJ’s on Radio 2 keep reminding me it is indeed Christmas. It doesn’t feel like Christmas especially with the mainly mild weather we been experiencing here inEast Anglia(bar last Friday which was ruddy horrible to be out in all day). I put the tree and decorations up, have been spinning the odd Christmas album but really not feeling it this year. Quite frankly could do without all the fuss and nonsense associated with this time of year.
Chris Evans is the worst of the cheerful Radio 2 DJ’s. Every morning he trumps on and on and on and on and on about it. Then trumps on a bit more. You could argue I should simply tune to another station. The reality of the situation is there is nothing else to listen to on the wireless bar Radio 2 when one is driving all day. Boy I’ve tried the alternatives and they’re not good! Anyhow once I start delivering my attention is diverted from radio entertainment to the job I am paid to do so most what is said and played passes my ears.
It’s tough at the moment but the reality is I could be out of work again come the end of the week. Hopefully I’ll be kept on after Christmas Eve and if I do then the workload should ease significantly. I certainly couldn’t continue in this vein for much longer! Interestingly my diet has been bunged out the window this past month. I have been eating like I’m pregnant (I’m not you’ll be astounded to discover) and eating everything I shouldn’t (chocolate, cheese, crisps, nuts and pies though not all at the same time). Yet on weighing myself this morning I haven’t put on a bean in a month. Have missed a trick though I feel as had I eaten more sensibly could easily have shed a stone I feel.
Never mind, life’s too short to beat oneself up on such matters. I’m in training for yuletide indulgence. It’s the same every year. In every nook and cranny you are bombarded with eating and drinking offers for items which do you no good whatsoever. Then come January 3rd when life gets back to some form of normality, the dieting hounds will be bombarding with messages to purchase their products. Sometimes I think animals have the right idea hibernating for six months!
So much seems to have happened since I last posted. The craziness of X Factor (which I got stupendously embroiled in) and Strictly Come Dancing (of which I still have never watched an entire show from start to finish) have been and gone. Members of McFly appear to pop up everywhere now record sales have dried up. Jeremy Clarkson has been controversial – nothing to do with the fact he has a new book out oh no, David Cameron remains the most irritating man on the planet and that’s flipping saying something…. life just seems to regurgitate itself. I guess we’re stuck with these repetitive recycled rhythms for the rest of our miserable existences.
Oh don’t I sound full of Christmas cheer. The reality is I can’t believe it’s upon us again. Come Saturday time will literally stand still for a couple of weeks as we awash ourselves in a haze of bad food and booze. Terrestrial TV makes me chuckle. I caught a BBC trailer informing us of what super films they’re showing. All of which have been out for at least three years. Any half interested film buff would have already seen. Yet their promotional ideas remain so outdated they think we should get excited about a TV premiere of a movie released in 2008. ITV1 are no better. They seem to think we should get all in an excited lather about a Michael Bubble Christmas special. Give me Donny Osmond any day of the week. No maybe not.
I’m fed up with Christmas records already bar a select few. I’ve never understood the love for ‘Fairytale Of New York’. As the years roll on I find the song becoming more unbearable. Think both The Pogues and the late Kirsty McColl did much better songs in their careers. Radio 2 seem to be playing the same dozen or so plus a new one from that Bubble chap. Annoying thing is Evans played a corking Christmas tune by The Killers the other week which I’ve never heard the station play again. I’m tuned in enough to notice such things!
And if I hear that Middlesbrough dullard Chris bloody Rea claim he is still “Driving Home For Christmas” one more time, I shall not be responsible for my actions. Get a new car man or move nearer to your destination. You been bloody driving home for nigh on twenty years now and the act is wearing incredibly thin. Daft little man. I love the way all musical reasoning is bunged out the window come Christmas time. Stations play artists they would never normally touch with a barge pole. Still it’s a good time of year for the likes of Greg Lake, Roy Wood and Jona Lewie as they have nice fat royalty cheques to look forward to in the new year.
The most startling thing I’ve come across recently is The Krankies revelation they’re were into swinging during the 70’s and 80’s. And not of the dancing variety if you get my drift. Whatever next? The Queen and Prince Phil admit to cocaine induced sex parties in the 70’s with Benny Hill and Dick Emery? I’ve long suspected the world is hurtling out of control. Apparently this time next year – if you believe mad people – it will all be over. The way its going that might not necessarily be a bad thing. Would mean I could escape the nauseating pain of Cambridge United’s predictable mid winter slump. Still despite our recent poor form, it’s nice to not actually be moaning about football this time of year for the first time since 2008.
Well enjoy the festivities whatever you’re doing. Will be spurring myself back into writing action, promise! I don’t actually hate Christmas but do find the in your face antics of commercial enterprises nauseating to say the least. I’ll spend it with mum getting merrily steaming texting random people watching shite telly. If you’re in my contacts list you have been warned!
