That's what Christmas means to me...

All that fuss and nothing’s changed.

How’s that for a depressing start to 2011? Sorry, I don’t really mean it that way, it’s just that once more there was a huge build-up and in the space of a few weeks, we are back to the way were. Poorer, fatter, possessing a lot more socks than is decent for one individual and wondering just how long its going to take to use all that Lynx.

Eating Pringles and watching old Only Fools & Horses Christmas specials. Sorry Mariah, but that’s what Xmas means to me.

Sorry, I’ll stop this now before a trio of overused Xmas cliche ghosts visit me in the night.

Of course, this year it was all about the snow, the ice and the slipping. In a moment of light premonition, I blogged about the snow a few weeks before it all arrived, never imagining for a moment that it would hit us all so hard. In Plymouth, we were quite lucky and for the first 10 days or so, we were a lone strip of tropical greenness on the weather maps. It just rained a bit really and once more we all thought the lovely Gulf Stream would keep us out of trouble. Unfortunately, it was not to be. I can’t remember the exact day it happened but down it came, not in huge amounts but enough to cover everything and enough to make sure ice would stay around for a few weeks. I think it only actually snowed three times but it might as well have kept coming down. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but if we had all just shovelled it away from our paths and parking spaces on those three occasions, we would probably have been ok. Alas, that sort of thing doesn’t happen in reality. What does happen, amazingly, is that some folks still insist on clearing their windscreen with warm water. Whilst this is probably better for the environment that the litres of de-icer I personally employ, it does create selfish sheets of black ice on the road a little while after these cretins depart. It’s a level of stupidity hard to imagine. It’s almost up there with the idiots who drove around with 5 inches of snow on their car roof, only to have it slide off onto the car behind them at the first set of traffic lights.

Brilliant idea.

I just wanted the roads to stay drivable until Christmas Eve, at which point I would pull up the drawbridge until January 10th. It mostly did but the few weeks of icy hell were not without incident. Only once did it look like I wouldn’t be able to get to work but by 2pm, the road was just about navigable. It was slippery as hell of course but only for the first few hundred yards. Once you made it onto the main road, it was ok.

It doesn’t sound too bad does it? Unfortunately, the black ice and snow didn’t leave our home streets at all and some people had it far worse than me. Maybe those who lived closer to main roads or in town need to swap with us next year. The small slope into my close was as dangerous as any in Devon and twice it forced me to park half a mile from my front door. Private car parks were unusable and everyone had to resort to parking on the street which meant that by 10.15pm when I got home, I had to hunt for safe place to park up, often in places that were far from safe.

As I have often said, I used to like snow and then I learned to drive. Until you have felt the wheels on your own car lose traction and experienced your big heavy box of metal glide slowly out of your control, you don’t know what you are talking about. It all seems like a bit of fun when it’s not your car (or person) involved.

At this point, I am wondering just who I am writing this for. We pretty much all had a white Christmas this year and I know you probably all experienced something similar.

Still, I have typed it all now.

Christmas itself didn’t disappoint. As is traditional these days, it was first heralded in early September in most of the shops. Sure, we complain and laugh at this absurdity but as soon as they start selling the crap, we all start buying it. I am not actually sure why we moan so much. If we all went out and bought a few bits a pieces every week, by the time December came round, we wouldn’t all be trying to buy presents, cards and decorations out of one paycheck.  My mother does this and bathes in a almost intolerable smugness once her last present is wrapped just after bonfire night. I start every year intending to do the same sort of thing, but I can give you very good odds on my not managing it once again.

Happy Christmas!

One of the newest, and possibly most annoying aspect to the moden Christmas is the the (vaguley) solicited Christmas email from someone whose online services you have availed yourself of at some point. I say “at some point” to be generous. To be honest, I swear that some of these people have never benefited from my custom or interest. Whether I had or not doesn’t really justify the email, but still they come. I had several this year, mostly from “services” I had used – web site counters, online bookmarking services etc – and all the email did was to remind me to unsubscribe successfully from their services. I can’t help but think they dropped a bollock somewhere there.

“Happy Christmas from Statcounter.com”. Really? Can a web service actually want to wish me a Happy Christmas? I doubt the staff give a fig about me, so I doubt it’s from them. Pointless, humourless, ingenuine marketing. There’s enough email crap in the world chaps. Facebook takes care of that nicely thank you.

At least the bottle of wine and card from the Indian Takeaway meant something. Joyeux Noel Sanjeeb!

The Slimming World regime went out of the window on Christmas Eve and only came back into force yesterday. According to my scales, 4lbs seems to be the result. Not too bad but it does mean I go back to group on Thursday weighing only 1lb less than I did when I joined a year ago. Brilliant. 1lb lighter and about £250 poorer. It could be worse though. If I didn’t go, I would be a lot heavier. I have proved I can go a lot lighter, but the celebratory fallout from such success always pushes me back up. Yes, I know it makes no sense but it’s the truth. I have another medical in about 3 months. I just need to lost a stone by then. Onwards and upwards.

So, Xmas 2011. To sum up. Pringles, log cake, Top Gear, Upstairs Downstairs, Eric & Ernie, True Blood, Supernatural, Twilight Blu Ray Boxset, not enough visiting, too much insomnia and 4lbs. That just about takes care of it. Oh and one more thing. WD Live TV. A thing of beauty.

Until later, word fans, when I shall beguile you with my 2010 top 10′s. If I don’t do it, who will?

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