Bleeping faggoty sluts

Good grief. The BBC is censoring "Fairytale of New York", apparently on the grounds that it might offend me. Never has so far, y'know...?

A massively inconvenient truth...

I am notoriously slow sometimes, but it has genuinely only struck me today that it's Christmas next week.

And the reason why this was borne in upon me so suddenly?

It is not a pretty reason. It is that the Lit & Phil will be closed, from 5.00pm Friday evening, until the new year. This is more than an inconvenience; this is a calamity.

I have a 600-page novel to read and scribble all over, as a matter of urgency. Granted, I have done the first hundred pages; but, five hundred more in three days? I don't think so.

And the pub will be full of office parties and jollity, and hence not its usual reliable substitute.

Aaargh.

In other news: I am sitting here drinking white China tea out of a white china cup by a white china pot. This makes me inordinately happy.

Ordinarily, of course, by this time of an evening I would be drinking wine; but I seem to have drunk a week's ration last night, and there will be more tomorrow, and then we're pretty much into holiday season and wretched sociability. Again, just at the worst possible time. Bah humbug.

Anyway, tea tonight. And talking of tea tonight, I am poised on the triple horn of a dilemma: I can have soup for my tea, and/or chilli, and/or pasta, and I can't decide. Maybe I'll go for all three.

BBC recants

Just as an epilogue to my previous post - and my thanks to takrann and julesjones for drawing my attention to it - the BBC has withdrawn its censorship of "Fairytale of New York". But not before Peter Tatchell could be a pillock. Again.