"I wish it could be Xmas every day......"

One is often moved to wonder what exactly Roy Wood had been drinking or smoking when his twisted little mind came up with that line in his song.

I mean can you imagine, what if it was Xmas every day, what would we see?

Well thinking about it it might not all be entirely bad.

There would be no kids whining and whinging about what they wanted as the shops would all be closed so you could not buy anything.

No point looking to eBay and Amazon either, the post office vans would be parked up and nothing would be moving.

Just as well as of course everyone on the planet would be wasted.

Reality would be the little islands of hang over pain between a permanent alcohol filtered haze.

Obviously there would be a smattering of 24 hour garages and off licences open. So we would not starve or run out of things, though how in hell we would drive anywhere I cannot work out.

Neither would anyone live in fear of a plop on the mat, Visa bill would not be the nailbiting moment of January terror. Because of course in the run of things January would be like tomorrow and never come.

I wonder though, how long would it be before everyone got fed up with it all and demanded an unXmas day when everyone went to work, met people who were not their family, earned money and paid for the other 364 days spent drinking to much.

Of course by then with all that partying no one could get into work, they would need to be able to walk and with that never ending wine filtered, turkey, duck and goose dinner inside them that just would not be happening.

Perhaps Mr Wood was wrong, it is best that it is not Xmas every day.

Life here is ongoing, with Wii fit telling management she is underheight for her weight. Still it is keeping her quiet...

Which is more than can be said for.....

Serenity has displayed animal cunning by turning up with her four children and delayed opening grandads present till grandad could see them do it

Sooo I was seranaded with a mouth organ, recorder, tambourine and castanets.

Sir Bruce joining in with her new flute was the final touch.

When still recovering from an evening which featured the pop of the corkscrew rather more often than my GP might approve of that was just as unpleasant as you might think it would be....

Sings:

I'm glad it isn't Xmas every day

And to be serious for once.

There has been a huge row about the UK channel 4 deciding to let the president of Iran send a Xmas message to everyone in the UK. Now the Iranians are a bunch of gay hanging misogenistic muslims who want to have the bomb so they can do for us all, or so we are told on every corner. Where they differ from some Americans is not very clear, but they are Arab and de facto the bad guys. The Sun says so so it must be right....

Reading the full text of what he said on the Guardians website really gives you food for thought. Makes you wonder if there is not a wisdom in the message, strangely absent from the queens homily, or the utterance of former members of the Hitler youth either.

R