Bishop who ?
Posted by Big John on November 24, 2010
It’s nearly time for my annual Christmas greeting, but this year the excitment of the festive season pales into insignificance at the thought of … Oh joy ! … Royal nuptials in the spring !
Yes, ‘Whirlybird Willy’ the dashing helicoptor pilot is to wed Catherine the not so ‘Great’ in April. I wonder if it’s too early to start camping on the pavement (sidewalk) outside Westminster Abbey ?
So no Christmas lights and twinkling decorations for me this year, for the house will be decked with red, white and blue bunting, flags left over from the World Cup, a bloody great portrait of the happy pair outside ‘Mahiki’ and pictures of ’er Maj, the Saxe-Coberg-Gotha clan and all their current ‘partners’.
I’ve already sent off my orders for all those so tasteful (made in China) souvenir mugs, T shirts, toilet roll holders etc. and I’m buying ‘she who must be obeyed’ a lovely limited edition statuette from a Sunday supplement of the ‘angel Diana’ looking down on the bride, groom and ’ginger spare’ best man.
Now all I have to do, like so many old farts, is to save up to buy a wedding present for the lucky couple. I know, I’ll spend some of my ‘winter fuel allowance’ on something to help them set up home, for as we all know it’s tough starting married life in these hard times.
I wonder if Harrods will accept a postal order ?
Betty Adams said
It’s good to see a post from you. I see you haven’t lost your wit, or your wits. I’m taking a little time off from my blog, but plan to start up again in January. Are you ever coming back on a regular basis? I miss your blogs.
Merry Christmas.
Big John said
Nice to hear from you Betty. I do still get the urge to blog from time to time and in this case I just couldn’t resist a little dig at all this royal wedding hype. Perhaps I’ll make a new year comeback.
Red Baron said
You’d better think about that comeback old son, my house uses heating oil which is now more expensive than liquid gold so I could use all the hot air I can lay my hands on or it will be a very frosty Baron this Winter.
Happy Christmas from one humbug to another!
Big John said
Happy Christmas to you Baron, and by the way that wasn’t me shouting “OFF WITH THEIR HEADS” during poor old Charlie’s recent brush with the real world.
SilverTiger said
I thought of buying a special notebook and labelling it “Things to Ignore”. The Olympic Games could have gone in, so could the so called “Royal wedding” but it occurred to me, 1. that there are so many things to ignore that the notebook would soon be full and I would have to find shelf space for a never ending set of additional notebooks and 2. that what is to be ignored is so obvious that it doesn’t need writing down.
Christmas is another candidate for being ignored but (writing after the event) I can say I quite enjoyed it by dint of making it as domestic and as unChristmaslike a possible. An opportunity for over-indulgence should never be missed. (Those who try to tell us the “real meaning of Christmas” would go into my notebook of things to ignore… supposing I had one.)