w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:
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"You were handsome, you were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing they howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks were singing
We kissed on a corner then danced through the night."

The Pogues: "Fairytale of New York"
From the album: "The Best Of The Pogues"

We didn't have a real Xmas tree last year, because we thought that a diet of pine needles wouldn't have been wonderful for the kittens' digestive systems.

So on Saturday we went back to where we'd bought our tree from, the year before, and the man was busy flogging. He gave us some spiel about there being an EU quota limit on the number of trees that could be chopped down. Anyone else heard that?

Anyway, free delivery meant we didn't have to ram the beast into the Mini, so we paid up for our carefully-selected* houseplant and left.

As dusk approached on Sunday, I began to wonder if we'd been fleeced, so took a trip to the mall. Our tree was indeed there, bagged and tagged along wiith several others, but no sign of delivery-type activity.

I collared a passing security guy who was locking up. "Nah mate, 'e ain't bin 'ere orl day."

I wrote my name on a piece of cardboard and rammed the beast into the Mini.

Hunter-gatherer, me.


* we rocked up and said "We'll have that one"

Labels: Xmas treeage