2000 and something years ago, a baby was born in a basket in a shed somewhere that isn’t here. That baby grew into a man that did some blinking great stuff to say the least – like turning fishes into wine and bread into toast, and even curing un-well leopards and that or something. Not sure on the facts, but it was along those lines and that felleh Jesus, by all accounts, was a great bloke.
Anyways, it’s Christmas and I don’t know about you, but I’m going to celebrate in the ancient traditional Great British way: falling asleep in front of an old James Bond film with a some-what flimsy colourful tissue paper hat askew my nog …
All this jest aside – to all my friends, family, colleagues, clients and friendly strangers alike, I wish you all a fun-filled peaceful Christmas and all the best for the year ahead. Ahhh-wooo-ga!
SAY STUFF