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Twenty Thirteen. Blimey.
Thursday, January 3rd, 2013 11:36 amWell, a couple of days late, but Happy New Year, Folks!
I am back in the office today – not exactly raring to go, but back anyway, after the Christmas and New Year break. I hope you had a spiffy time and all that and Santa brought you the precise pressies you asked for. Assuming, of course, that you deserved them; I’m sure you all did, since you are all splendid people of the finest cheddar, with the possible exception of that smelly chap at the back, the one with the pimples and greasy hair. Yes, that’s him.
Anyway, my haul included Dr Who Season 6, two fine bottles on Madeira (one of which has been drunk), a CD of John Kirkpatrick’s 1978 album, ‘Going Spare’, which I have been after for at least 20 years and which only recently entered the digital age and some tasty praline chocs. I also have a splendid and unexpected print of some Daleks as London Transport icons. That’s at home; I shall try and remember to take a picture and post it up.
We spent Christmas at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ellefurtle’s folks as we have the past couple of years. I took the opportunity to attend my first – and as it turns out, last – Midnight Mass. Long time readers will know my views on religion and I shan’t reiterate them here, but I do like a lot of the culture that springs from it. Well, the Church of England, low Anglican stuff anyway – I can’t pretend to be familiar with High Church and any of the alternatives, except possibly Methodism, which isn’t that different from Low Church anyway. Anyway, as usual, I manage to digress to no good purpose.
I went largely because after a particularly splendid curry and a couple of pints of Real Ale, I rather fancied a sing-song of carols and to listen to the choir. I was willing to put up with the flim flam for that. Sadly, about half way through the first carol I realised that I had both over estimated my enthusiasm for singing and it turned out that the remnants of the once fine choir were awful. So I contented myself with quietly ignoring proceedings and commenting on Twitter from the pews. (Much, I think, to the surprise and possible horror ofjfs, who tweeted back). Anyway, it will teach me to get even remotely involved in god-stuff.
We had intended to go and see The Hobbit over the holidays, but didn’t manage it. And it turns out that we won’t be able to go this Sunday, either. Not sure now when we will manage it, or whether it’s just another movie that will come and go unseen by the Cassowary-Bumblethorpes… We did get to see Life of Pi which, after a slow opening twenty minutes or so, turned out to be a very good movie. I remain unconvinced by the current trend for 3D movies, but this worked well and Ang Lee was thoughtful enough to use 3D to enhance his film, rather than dominate it.
Right. Back to the grind. I’ll try to update a little more frequently. That’s the closest you will see to a New Year’s Resolution on these pages, My Dears.
I am back in the office today – not exactly raring to go, but back anyway, after the Christmas and New Year break. I hope you had a spiffy time and all that and Santa brought you the precise pressies you asked for. Assuming, of course, that you deserved them; I’m sure you all did, since you are all splendid people of the finest cheddar, with the possible exception of that smelly chap at the back, the one with the pimples and greasy hair. Yes, that’s him.
Anyway, my haul included Dr Who Season 6, two fine bottles on Madeira (one of which has been drunk), a CD of John Kirkpatrick’s 1978 album, ‘Going Spare’, which I have been after for at least 20 years and which only recently entered the digital age and some tasty praline chocs. I also have a splendid and unexpected print of some Daleks as London Transport icons. That’s at home; I shall try and remember to take a picture and post it up.
We spent Christmas at
ellefurtle’s folks as we have the past couple of years. I took the opportunity to attend my first – and as it turns out, last – Midnight Mass. Long time readers will know my views on religion and I shan’t reiterate them here, but I do like a lot of the culture that springs from it. Well, the Church of England, low Anglican stuff anyway – I can’t pretend to be familiar with High Church and any of the alternatives, except possibly Methodism, which isn’t that different from Low Church anyway. Anyway, as usual, I manage to digress to no good purpose.I went largely because after a particularly splendid curry and a couple of pints of Real Ale, I rather fancied a sing-song of carols and to listen to the choir. I was willing to put up with the flim flam for that. Sadly, about half way through the first carol I realised that I had both over estimated my enthusiasm for singing and it turned out that the remnants of the once fine choir were awful. So I contented myself with quietly ignoring proceedings and commenting on Twitter from the pews. (Much, I think, to the surprise and possible horror of
jfs, who tweeted back). Anyway, it will teach me to get even remotely involved in god-stuff. We had intended to go and see The Hobbit over the holidays, but didn’t manage it. And it turns out that we won’t be able to go this Sunday, either. Not sure now when we will manage it, or whether it’s just another movie that will come and go unseen by the Cassowary-Bumblethorpes… We did get to see Life of Pi which, after a slow opening twenty minutes or so, turned out to be a very good movie. I remain unconvinced by the current trend for 3D movies, but this worked well and Ang Lee was thoughtful enough to use 3D to enhance his film, rather than dominate it.
Right. Back to the grind. I’ll try to update a little more frequently. That’s the closest you will see to a New Year’s Resolution on these pages, My Dears.