November

November's always a bit rubbish isn't it? There's firework night but that's about it. This year was ok, better than most others, but we still have a pile of empty rockets outside the back door and the remains of a Catherine wheel attached to the wall. Which is the same everywhere I suppose because nobody can be bothered to make the garden look nice when it's only light for 3 hours a day and it rains all the time. Don't you just love Britain?

The only other real notable event in November is of course Latvian Independence Day, which was yesterday. All the happy little Latvians celebrate their poor soil quality and lack of culture while worshiping their god: Marian Pahars (Formerly of Southampton FC) It really is the highlight of an all together dull month.

Oh, and if you're into musical theatre, you could always celebrate the Moroccan Independence Day where everyone parades through the streets of San Francisco and proclaims "We're Here, We're Queer, get used to it!" (Maybe it's a Lincoln thing)

With it being so late in the year, I feel I can't not mention Christmas, I might not act it, but I'm actually as excited as a catholic priest who's just "accidentally" locked himself in the dressing room of the Church's Under 11s Boys Football team and who's also "accidentally" lost his robe.

... best metaphor ever!

Anyway, the shops have all started playing Slade and Band Aid on a loop already (If they didn't know it was Christmas time back then, I'm sure they do now) and I'm sure all the Christmas lights down Preston Road are already up (If the people were ever sober and un-pregnant enough to manage taking them down last year). So I guess it's only a matter of time until the big fat guy empties his sack in my living room, and shortly afterwards Father Christmas will deliver some presents too.

Enough of that vulgarity, I figured I'd better back this blog up with a bit of history. I started blogging nearly 4 years ago on MSN live spaces, then moved to Myspace but they got a bit infrequent, and for some reason I've decided to start again. I generally go on about things that have 'ground my gears' recently or I just talk rubbish. Either way, Morocco's as gay as a tree full of sparrows.

Goodbye and Goodnight!