Oct 22 2008
After my glass of white and some tasty seafood chowder, I left the Hairy Lemon (I refer to the bar and not Darragh) and headed towards my DART. I have been listening to the one album pretty much non-stop for two weeks, so today I decided to throw my iPod on shuffle and see what happened. This morning’s If You Could Read My Mind was a lovely surprise. This evening I heard a nice short piece from Carmen, a decent track from the Buffy soundtrack, Lucky by Bif Naked (no, I’ve never heard of them either), and then Brenda Lee came on singing Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree.
I was standing on the platform, there was a clichéd chill in the air, the wind rustled stuff (crisp bags and bits of tin foil) and I wondered…is it that time of year again already?
The streets around where I work will be taken up with busy idiots. There will be fights and tears and 24 hour drunkenness. The TV will abandon anything resembling quality broadcasting and all we’ll hear from radio DJ’s is “Sure, you can never have too much Fairytale of New York”. I hate the shallow adverts and the amount of debt we invariably accrue. I hate seeing hurried mothers and their nagging brats shouting “I want, I want, I want”. I hate the vomit on the footpath as I walk up to work. I hate Christmas work parties. They’re uncomfortable, boring and ultimately end in tears. And I hate that the ‘season’ seems to start earlier every year. Debenhams are selling their Christmas stock already. There is already an increase in ‘must-have’ toys ads on TV. I have already been asked far too many times what my Christmas plans are. Bah bah humbug. It’s October 22nd and it’s already irritating me.