I enjoy a good quiz show as much as the next person (probably a bit more than them), but only if there was a threat to life* would you find me on one as a contestant. For one thing, there would be the horror of my enlarged HD face appearing on 42" television screens across the land, then there's the likely humiliation of me doing a giant blankface at the easiest of questions (worse would be answering confidently but being oh-so-wrong) - but the major deterrent right now is the fear of being publicly asked: 'So, what do you do?'
For those of you, who in the back of your minds know that by February, the lycra gym wear you bought in the sales will be pushed to the back of the drawer; for those who will discover that Mandarin / the ukulele / drinking kale juice every morning is just not for you, do not despair.
I hope for a pleasant day with family, nice food, time to relax, some decent gifts. In practice, I know I'll be donating some of my presents to the local charity shop, and people to whom I've given presents will be thinking the same, despite the time I spent choosing something I thought they'd like...There may be spillages, passive aggression and headaches by early evening. Whatever happens, it won't be perfect.
Good waiting There are very few kinds of waiting that I like. I don't like slow-moving queues (fast-moving queues, of course, are pleasing). Or having to wait more than six minutes for a bus or two minutes for a tube or ten seconds for holiday pictures to download. Or indefinitely for the ideal job/man. I … Continue reading Advent