Christmas is sick.
Wednesday 22nd December 2004
Christmas is sick.
Peace on earth and goodwill to all mankind yet the fighting in the supermarket is outrageous. Are we desperate for food? Will it all run out? I don’t think so, then why am I being pushed out of the way whenever I reach for something off the shelf. I am so glad I’ve been doing my Christmas shopping since September (I never thought I’d say that) and I’m going to do the rest on line as I can’t take the pressure of the supermarket – the feeling of stress and panic is infectious.
A woman I knew completely ignored me as if saying hello to someone under such circumstances would have tipped the balance for her and some sort of breakdown would occur. People in there are like the owners of dogs who are doing the obstacle course at Crufts, or show jumping riders – if they stop to say hello they’ll pick up time penalties, they’re trying to smile for the judges but it looks like a grimace there’s so much tension there.
Tune of the day
Anything that slags off Christmas
by Anyone who slags off Christmas***