It's that time of year again.
Everyone is going around wishing a Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year [or is it a Merry Christmas and a Happy New year? I can never remember].
I don't really believe in that. I know it's tradition and all that and it's harmless enough but I still have my reservations.
You see, if I wish you a Happy Christmas then there is the implication that I don't wish you a Happy Every Other Day Of The Year. In fact it could be construed that I wish you a miserable year with the exception of one day, which is not just mean, it's downright nasty.
I'm an easy going chap and wish the best for everybody every day [with the possible exceptions of the Puritans, that fucker up the valley with his noisy motorbike who insists on driving up and down the road at top volume all the time and the fucking cunt who keeps dumping rubbish over the fence into my garden]. But it would seem a little daft if I spent my days going around wishing everyone a Happy Day, as sooner or later they would think I was a little simple, or worse. So I omit the Happy Day shit and hope people understand it is implicit in the Hi, or Howya or Hello which is the way I actually greet them.
All that leaves me in a bit of a quandary though. When people wish me the season's greetings, how to I reply? I usually reply in like manner which makes me a little uneasy, but then I suppose that's my problem for being a little pedantic?
So Happy Sunday everyone.
Except of course for the Puritans, that fucker up the valley with his noisy motorbike who insists on driving up and down the road at top volume all the time and the fucking cunt who keeps dumping rubbish over the fence into my garden.
I hope they have a fucking miserable year.
The Puritans' Office Party