Andy Warhol said "Sex is nostalgia for Sex". I dont know about that, but Christmas is definitely nostalgia for Christmas. Obviously there's the "Santa really exists, arent toys brilliant" childhood nostalgia, but the thing which struck me when we went back to my parents was the nostalgia for being in the family home. I get this every year i'm not at home for Christmas and i get the feeling of missing out on something warm and friendly, but having been there it's always distinctly underwhelming. Not that i had a shit time, my mum and dad are always more than accomodating and generous, but seeing the people from school and my home town makes me thankful i got out of that shithole. my oldest friend and fellow evacuee was presented with his old school chums on xmas eve, and when he explained he works as a volunteer for amnesty international, was challenged and badgered about asylum seekers and other ignorant racist cliches. Whats my point? i always go off the boil a bit...
home is where the heart is?
racists oot?
buy banal pig comic number three?
i dont know ...any ideas?
Happy New Ye-arr!
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Motherfuckers! Looks like i'm moving to blogger beta...
Happy New Year, Steve.
You're absolutely right, Christmas for grown-ups is a bit rubbish.
Them Hoodia diet pills sound interesting, though...
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