It started last night.
I saw the first mention of Christmas on television while we were in France, which was a little odd. Since then things have been relatively quiet.
Last night however, someone seemed to open the sluice gates and there they all were – all those ho ho ho happy happy tacky fucking advertisements trying to part us from our money in the spirit of Christmas.
I always mute the sound during the ad-breaks, so they don’t bother me that much. I avoid all that fucking jangly Jingle Bells type fucking ‘music’ which sounds so cheap and false. Unfortunately I still have to keep an eye on the screen so I can unmute when the break is over, so I’m still bombarded with fucking snowmen, Christmas trees and all the other shite which apparently is essential to the day.
One thing that amuses me is how each advertiser has to convince us that Christmas wouldn’t be purrrrfect without whatever junk it is they are trying to offload on us. It’s all very well for most companies but suppose you are in the business of pumping septic tanks? They then somehow have to convince us that we have to have our tanks emptied in order to have the purrrrfect day, which comes across as a little odd. Not that it stops them from trying.
Only another seven and a bit weeks before the whole circus packs up for another year.
The longest seven weeks of the year.
Bah fucking humbug.