Alone for Christmas in Chunky giblets

And quite frankly I prefer it that way. I mean, I’m not a Christian.

“But Dude! We’re not Christian and we celebrate Christmas!”

Okay, do you celebrate the Jewish or Buddhist or Muslim faiths too? No? Now you see how ridiculous it all is?

I did celebrate Yule, though, and I gave Debs a book and she got me some punk braces, which is all to the good. So no, my Christmas Day will probably be spent either in the pub with Debs (for a few hours at least) or on my own in the tent playing Borderlands 2.

And that sounds like heaven to me. No asshole family, no greedy shredding of paper, no generally fucking around with fake soppy sentimental slogans and sayings, pretending that all is good in the world when it is in fact a horrible fucking mess that no amount of “peace to all” genuflecting will possibly fix. Fuck your fake sentiments, fuck your fake generosity, but most of all, fuck you.