Local Christmas decorations have now reached an all-time low - either that or my influence is exerting itself in the neighbourhood. The latest sightings of xmas tackiness include a sort of skeletal bear which turns it head towards you as you walk past it on the way to the station - very very surreal and equally sinister - and an entire row of hanged santas - Clearly put up in a hurry and quite inexpertly by irritated man of house at behest of xmas spirit infused wife - I mean just think of the poor children who will walk past and see santa gently revolving whilst he dangles from the wire noose around his fat neck - scarred for life they'll be, great isn't it! Pehaps they won't now grow up to be selfish little consumers.
Anyway on a lighter note I see that a whole seven people have complained about Gordon Ramsay electrocuting turkeys on television. Now why on earth did you continue to watch if you knew you were going to be offended or (warning bad pun - look away now) even shocked by this? Whatever happened to self censorship, did the same people complain last year when Hugh Fearnley-Whitt shot Bambi and roasted him and one of his brothers for someone's wedding feast? I don't think so, so why complain about the antics of a shameless self-publicist. If you really want to find something to get upset about, how about complaining about the endless repeats of Only Fools and Horses, which weren't funny the first time around and in my view constitute much greater crimes against humanity.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment