Dear oh dear. The blogosphere is a bit, dare I say it, ‘lame’ today.
Bad jokes (mostly Xmas related), pictures of dead trees bizarrely festooned with highly flammable plastic tack AND really sentimental poetry.
Well, it’s nearly Christmas isn’t it!
Yeah. Are you going to tell me how many sleeps are left?
16! How come you didn’t know that?
Ummm, I dunno. Maybe because I don’t care?
You can’t say that! You’re such a Grinch.
Well how many sleeps until Ramadan? Or Diwali? Or Easter Sunday? Or the next General Election? Or the removal of troops from Afghanistan? Or your next birthday?
You’ll have to give me a minute on that…