Sunday, December 24, 2006

These are not my sour grapes!

A quick one (which is all I can manage now I’m so old...) to refer you to a lovely post by The Last Duchess, and the fallout from her and her hubby’s inventive lights for Christmas.

Whether you’re a supporter of CND in the UK or not, or feel that the peace logo has been hijacked by other causes (they’ve never really hung onto it long when it’s been tried), you’ve seriously got to worry about the sort of person that drops in a note complaining about an “awful 1960s Peace sign”. The twat.

I’d be more interested in assisting in the cremation of those buffoons who plaster their entire houses in enough lights to get the city of Las Vegas ringing up and asking why they’re experiencing a blackout and whose gardens resemble a runway from LAX...

Blessings to one and all from smiling, cheery, avuncular old Riddley here at Sluice Mansions.

“Bah” and indeed “Humbug” ;-)

3 Comments:

At 7:13 pm, Blogger Deborah Newell said...

Greetings Riddley!

I just stopped by to wish you and yours a Wonderful New Year and saw you'd mentioned my post *blush*. Thanks so much.

We had a mad Christmas, what with all three boys racing around, fighting over who played with what. Nothing out of the ordinary. And I ate too many sweets, to the point of not being able to look at chocolate without my stomach hurting. I think I'll recover in time for Valentine's Day, though. (More likely I'll be wolfing down a Crunchie bar within a few days, since our local grocer carries English choccies for all the wistful ex-pats in Florida.)

Be well, be safe, and be happy.

Cheers,
D.

 
At 5:31 am, Blogger ME said...

Lodging an official complaint about the lack of blogging, you holiday slacker.

Oh yeah, and happy new year.

 
At 11:26 am, Blogger Riddley Walker said...

Ah. Been helping the other half through some serious pain (old spinal surgery) and have now, due to doing some plastering, mangled a nerve root and thus made my right shoulder lock up and be a 'right git' to try and get on with anything.

Hmmm, big, unwieldy sentence there. Must pop it into some clunky exposition somewhere... ;-)

 

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