I am really contemplating moving to somewhere like ‘The Kingdom of Bhutan’ or the ‘Islamic Republic of Mauritania’ , where Christmas doesn’t excist. I do certainly enjoy the gathering together as a family to share the birthday of Jesus of Nazareth and eating ham to celebrate as Christ loved Ham too. My frustration lies with the ever expanding, ever invasive rhetoric of retailers and sentimental materialists persuading the masses to become an insidious cancer upon this fine nation of ours.
For normally, within this mottled assembly, there are those who usually fester in their own insipid and worthless lives somewhere else. I would like to be persuaded to think that all are created equally, but some of these ‘people’ (and I use this term very lightly) bring their own misgivings, hideous idiosyncrasies and complete and utter disregard for common decency (or dress sense too) into the shopping malls for over excessive retail exchange. What I simply cannot get my head around is how on earth some of these people survive on a day to day basis.
Come on Darwin, do your thing brother.
We started our dive course last weekend. Now that’s some shit hot fun. We finish the course this weekend over at Stradbroke.
And then we begin another round of IVF.
Ho Ho Ho, merry kryzmas. xoxo