Tag: excess

Another Twixmas Poem

The Christmas presents have long been unwrapped And the tree has seen better days But still the Twixmas party goes onThough it all seems a bit of a haze I’m not even sure what day it is Or when I last left this room I’ve eaten my own weight in chocolate But there are more…

Hoping For A Twixmas Miracle

As we’re roughly in the midpoint of that weird period between Christmas and New Year, known to some as Twixmas (and this is not because the only chocolates left in the mostly-eaten tub of Celebrations at this point are the rubbish Twix ones), I thought I’d take some time to reflect on the festive period…

A Month Of Mondays

Today is the 7th January, which means that we’re a week into 2019. It also means that we’re almost a quarter of the way through January, which is good because January is an awful month and needs to be over as soon as possible. It’s obviously not January’s fault, you can’t blame an abstract measure…

Boxing Day Bargains

Today is Boxing Day, a day which means different things to different people. To some it’s a day to recover from the excesses of Christmas Day, in preparation for a return to work on the 27th December. For others it’s an opportunity to continue with the excesses because, as it turns out, they don’t actually…

Going Cold Turkey On The Cold Turkey

The trouble with ‘Twixmas’, the period between Christmas and New Year, is it’s pretty hard to judge exactly how to play things ‘health wise’. In many households there are still quite a lot of leftovers that ‘need’ to be eaten. Cold turkey would be a case in point. Turkey sandwiches for days after Christmas is…

‘Re-toxing’ on Boxing Day

As I acknowledged in last year’s Boxing Day post, the day after Christmas has nothing to do with pugilism. Nonetheless, this morning I woke up feeling like I’d done twelve rounds with Mike Tyson in his prime. Obviously I hadn’t done twelve rounds with Mike Tyson in his prime. For that to have happened either…

Know Your Limits

Did I really just drink all that wine? Aside from nausea, I’m still feeling fine Now the Bordeaux has gone Bring the next bottle on If I’m conscious then I won’t decline

A Christmas Message From James Proclaims

‘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…