Somewhere around here I had made some notes about what I wanted to write about this week. However, this flat seems to be getting smaller and smaller everyday, and the smaller it gets the more crowded it gets meaning I can’t seem to find a bloody thing! I swear I wrote it on this note pad here? Ah well, I guess I’ll just have to wing it and hope I can remember at least some of what I was going to say.

So here we are in the grips of another festive season, the traffic to get into Birkenhell was backed up way past my front door today long before 9am! No doubt full of Christmas shoppers all waiting to depart with their hard earned cash to buy the ‘perfect gift’ (which I seem to remember was a token to the Salem dollar theatre if I am to believe the ad I saw before a movie I watched there. What cheapskate gets someone a token to a dollar theatre?).

As yet I have not bought a thing, well I guess I did get my Dad a couple of things in Chelmsford Massachusetts, but that doesn’t really count as Christmas shopping kuz I got them ages ago. I intend to go over to Liverpool later today and do some ’shopping’ in the dreaded seasonal scrum. I shall join the scally’s, prams, stressed out shoppers and security guards wishing they had the brains to be Police men. Oh what fun!

I actually read a report last week that suggested men on the whole don’t do any Christmas shopping until the last three days before Christmas! So hey, I guess I am getting it in early this year! Funny thing was that the report also said that the average British man experienced massive stress level increases while Christmas shopping. The report said and I quote… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]