In other news, my own little celebration of my little christmas, stranded here far from civilisation up in dubland, where my little pagan feasts are not recognised, has involved a 4 hour drive, covering a journey that normally takes 15 minutes, with lots of hairy moments on the way.
Sadly the slippy pole, now that its hour of usefulness has arrived, now that the road is actually slippy, is currently hibernating - its warning of a slippery surface is covered in slippy icy snowyness, as vividly captured on my "better than a professional camera" mobile phone cam.
4 comments:
Either that's a really shite camera or I've gone blind
.....Again.
I think it's the former, will endeavour to bring a proper camera tomorrow, will most likely be on foot, so should get a good close up...
Bloody great idea. You should really attempt to bring this tradition to dubland. the theory of woman doing all the work still holds this this little outpost of the 1950s. Not that Mr Oubliette is sitting with feet up, slippered and piped, on the 25th, he's just like, a bit useless. and as for the 26th and the feeding of the 5000, he dissappeared upstairs to wrap a few presents...useless, but not stoopid.
Well now that everyone in Dubland has read about it on my blog it's sure to catch on!
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