I spent some time a couple of weeks ago making some sets of subversive baubles, for myself and for my pals who are a bit Scroogey or simply have the same dark (and foul-mouthed) sense of humour as I have (obviously this means Charlotte, who makes some very rude, very excellent necklaces). Oh, and I made a set as a secret Santa gift for a Twitter pal I’ve never met – and still haven’t as I didn’t get to go to the social occasion after all, although did send my gift along with a mutual pal, so Sian, I hope you liked them! Christmas is traditionally the time for good cheer and pleasant festivity; to that I say “Merry Christmas your arse, I pray God it’s our last!”
Ok, ok, not really, I am softened to the season by my small son who still believes in Father Christmas, but Fairytale of New York by the Pogues is my favourite Christmas song, so it is this that I paid homage to in my little craft, using my favourite, most offensive lyrics from the song:
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last”
This will be my last post before Christmas so I do hope you all have a fun time, whatever you get up to. May there be snowballs and eggnog and roast goose galore, and may you win the fight for the TV remote, and bask in the slightly sozzled glory before dozing off and waking up in a patch of glittery drool and reindeer vomit. Happy Christmas!