Shopping.....

'Our gain is your loss, that's the price you pay
I heard it in the House of Commons: everything's for sale

We're shopping
We're shopping'

The PSB are in town for the the big gig tomorrow. So what could be more fitting than a dash of post modern irony? I can go back to 'Bah Humbug' as the truce is now over. What the hell are people buying? Don't we have enough stuff?

.... and tomorrow night will just be hellish. One hundred thousand sixteen year old puking at the same time - lovely

I've never liked New Year. I find it all a bit melancholic and not at all happy. Usually we go deep into the country and avoid folk. Sad old git!