The christmas merry

Christmas time, mistletoe and wine. And THANK FUCK its over, and it WILL all soon be fine.  Now, when I say soon, I refer to the longer days and more glorious sunshine that is officially heading your way (thanks Winter Equinox). It’s heading your way.  And my way.  My way on the highway (thanks Limp Bizkit).  BUT, let us not forget the year just passed, we MUST remember to live in the moment - and in this moment, we shall remember the past year and the future one we have yet to call the past.  I call this quantum omnipresence, and if you havn't learnt how to do that by now then there is no fucking hope at all. 

I pray all of you had lovely kinky christmases, unwrapping things and popping stuff in your mouths, but lets get real - It’s a poorly planned time of the year for everyone to feel happy, and if I want anything for Christmas next year, its for the useless bloody bastard government to turn those onshore wind turbines around and sail us down to the Seychelles for a margarita and a massage.  I pay my taxes - that’s what I want.

You may think this rambling introduction is off the cuff, is unplanned and, just sort of, plops out of me - but you'd be very wrong. The initial draft for this festive email was bleak. Very bleak. Very 1914 bleak. So like many of our modern interactions, I projected a big, unsure smile onto this in the hope of not coming across like a depressed winter troll.

I am unsure if I have achieved my goal.