The Cambridge Belfry

In Cambourne. You figure it out.

So Christmas Eve is upon us. The madness will now subside, tomorrow shops close and a month of planning gets put into 24 hours of practice. People will drink and eat to excess, be merry and then wake up on Boxing Day with 364 days to wait until they go again. Some will start planning next year, others will be looking at ways of avoiding it altogether.

Doubtless in the morning people will raise glasses to friends long since departed before downing bottles with friends that are still present and correct. Oh what fun we'll all have.

I for one will be spending a majority of my day alone with my lady, walking the dog and avoiding too much fatty food. I treat christmas quite differently to most - I try not to drink and eat, but then make up for it the rest of the year. It works well for me because it means I don't have to stock up on anything whilst the rest of the country clog the supermarket aisles. Don't get me wrong, I embrace Christmas, but I find the excess quite revolting. People put lights on their house and throw away tonnes of food and drink at a time when thousands are starving and homeless on our own streets. I don't think Christmas specifically is a time to think about this though: It should be all year round.

I didn't send out cards this year - I sent a crisp £10 to the local Nomad trust in the name of all my friends who would have received one. I'm sure they'd appreciate helping put a few potatoes on the plate of someone who otherwise wouldn't eat, instead of displaying an over priced piece of card for 20 days on their mantlepiece. If they don't, then they can get f*cked frankly.

Happy Christmas, and heres to 2 years of (non continuous) blipping tomorrow.