We wish you a merry Christmas

Sorry that I haven’t updated in the space of three weeks. I’ve been busy with this that and this. You know how it is. Of course, now we find ourselves firmly in the Christmas period, something that’s gotten rather less exciting now that I’m fast approaching my sixteenth birthday and can only look forward to money. Nothing wrong with that. In fact, it’s what I wanted but it’s just not the same as the excitement experienced when you get however many presents and don’t know what many of them are. That’s how Christmas used to be exciting. If I do get the fortune of a present under the tree then it’s likely to be clothes, again, what I want but hardly something to be losing sleep over if you catch my drift.

Anyway, in a fit of jolly spirit, me and a mate of mine, later turning into a threesome got onto the Christmas carolling bandwagon. It’s something we’ve tried to much success for the past two years and though we’re said to be growing out of it, it was a nice laugh. We made little money, £6 a piece for a grand three hour’s worth of knocking on doors and singing ‘We wish you a merry Christmas’ followed promptly by ‘Jingle Bells’ if our audience demanded more. What’s more, we were only politely told to ‘fuck off’ the once by the way of a pleasurable woman who evidently was about as excited as Ebenezer Scooge where the festive period is concerned. True story.

Despite feeling like a dick when asked which charity we were collecting for, responding in a low tone that we were merely attempting to spread the joy of Christmas, there’s nothing like a good night of Christmas carolling. Sure, at times all we did was explode into fits of laughter, yes, it was so freezing cold that I couldn’t feel my hands (no gloves) and no, we didn’t make a great deal but we did, as is always the case, happen to meet a fair bunch of odd balls and enjoy ourselves, thoroughly.