Friday night I found myself in a very close fitting sailor suit playing a lad called Percy in a short Victorian melodrama. One of my co-‘stars’ kept getting out his pork luncheon meat to show me and there was generally a lot of merriment. It’s one way of whiling away a Friday evening without having to consume too much in the way of alcohol or spend too much cash on having a laff. But then it is easy to have a good time if you can let your hair down easily.

What it did make me aware of though is that it is getting very close to Christmas. People kept saying Happy Christmas and handing out cards. I am so far behind. I thought watching the however-many-it-was greatest Christmas moments last night would help me feel inspired but I think that it’s more likely a few more frosts like the one on the outhouse roof today might make me feel more Christmassy. It is so pretty and all the moss bumps are like miniature snow covered hills.

The Pogues should help as well.

Whenever I get a little too hung up on something I decide it must be time for a new hobby. This has meant I have ended up with thousands (slight exaggeration but only slight) of hobbies and pastimes and not enough fecking time to do it all. I think a new approach might be needed. A mind enema perhaps would be the way to go.