November 30th, 2004


It's that time of year again..

Today is the last day of November. This means that as of tomorrow, the marketing teams get open slather on the general public, and good taste in advertising goes seriously out the window for a month.

I have a plan. This year I am not going to be bombarded with the joyous sound of sleighbells at every turn. No radio. No television. I'm considering earplugs for the supermarket. I will be avoiding taking my car into the central city during trading hours. In fact, maybe avoiding taking my -self- into the city would be the go.

Don't get me wrong, I like Christmas. It means holiday, summer, good food, family. And this year is extra special because Mum and Tommy are coming to stay, and bringing Dad's ashes to be buried at home, and having our family together is really cool. Also (blow raspberries if you like), I have the commercial side covered. Only two presents left to sort out, and I can relax on that one.

So Yah Boo Sucks to the marketing wankers, your Evil Plans will not work on me. You are wasting your time with your tinsel and your Jingles Of Extreme Irritation. The Christmas spirit isn't forced into people through the media. It's through the things that happen when you turn the TV -off- that the seasonal celebration takes real meaning. *flips the bird at the commercialisation vampires*

And can someone please tell Vince Martin that he's done his dash, we don't care and nobody buys tyres for Christmas anyway?
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