I’m still very much in the weird world of Twixmas, whereby I know that Christmas is ostensibly over, but there’s still a Christmas tree in my living room and lots of really unhealthy food in the house. I’m also still off work. But I’m not doing anything especially useful or exciting with my time off. And I’m feeling guilty about the fact that I’m not doing anything useful so I’m not really relaxing either. It’s like I can’t switch off my natural need to procrastinate, even when I don’t especially have anything I need to be doing. Continue reading My 2015 Blog Report
Boxing Day, as it turns out, has very little to do with pugilism. This message did not get through, perhaps, to the early bird consumers featured on the news this morning, scrabbling to get bargains in the post-Christmas sales, although it didn’t seem like there was much respect for the ‘Marquess of Queensberry Rules’ amongst that rabble. Continue reading Lest We Forget The True Meaning Of Boxing Day
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring…
Except for an overweight bloke, dressed in red and filling a stocking full of presents.
No, not Father Christmas, but me. I’m not dressed entirely in red, but I am wearing a red top. It’s a replica of the rugby shirt as worn by the British and Irish Lions test team that narrowly lost the 2009 tour to South Africa. I’m wearing it because it’s comfortable. Continue reading A Christmas Message From James Proclaims
Neither Mrs Proclaims nor I are particularly good at remembering to send Christmas cards. In the past we have bought cards to send, made a list of who we’re going to send them to and even purchased the postage stamps but somehow they don’t actually make it as far as the post box. This year we didn’t need to buy any new cards because we now have such a huge stockpile from previous years. Nonetheless we made a list of deserving recipients and almost got around to actually writing some.