This year I think I have managed to almost entirely bypass christmas. I’ve bought no gifts and sent no cards and thereby have escaped the seething mass of zombie flesh that any shopping district becomes during the run up to this season. I’ve long become jaded of the 2 month christmas season, it begins the moment Halloween ends, I think, I hope that just after Halloween is as far back as christmas can be pushed.
The upshot, or is it a down shot?, and coupled with the distinct lack of wintriness, more of that anon, I’m not feeling very festive, a mild giddiness in me right now as I begin my last day of work this year notwithstanding.
I know that right now and for a few weeks Dublin has positively glowed with all manner of festive lights, which I can’t say that I don’t like. Here there are few lights in the streets and other indications that something is happening, even if I don’t wish to fully partake myself. Cake? Yes please but only if it’ll still be there when it’s gone.
I get the feeling that people here, around this time of year in particular and in contrast to people at home, don’t party, don’t jolly and don’t merry as I’m accustomed. We had our christmas party a few weeks ago and it was a dreadfully boring affair. Give me The Stag’s Head and a table of Guinness drinkers any day.
And the weather! It’s not very cold, there’s no snow and I don’t mind telling you that I feel gypped. I’m told there’ll be coldness and snow to come. There better be! Or or or I’ll complain on my website about it.
Ramble ramble ramble. OK enough.
