Oggy oggy oggy.
Just a very quick one this year (wahey). I almost didn’t write anything – you’ll soon wish I hadn’t – but then realised that, if I didn’t make a token effort, then I’d have broken my seven-year streak of publishing Christmas blogs. And nobody wants that to happen. Right?
But why, I hear you weep, have I been so slack on the blog-writing front since the release of my dozen-selling masterpiece, Semi-Professional Writer, in September? Well, if you’ll stop crying for a minute and let me explain, it’s because I’m writing a Christmas book. And I can’t go about peppering the internet with excerpts from it when
I decided to call this piece a ‘Christmas Speech’ as, according to the television listings, the Queen’s Speech isn’t on TV this year. Instead, the ol’ gal’s festive ramble has a host of different names: the stately BBC One call it The Queen’s Christmas Broadcast; ITV call it HM The Queen, making it
That’s it. Told you it would be short, didn’t I? If I don’t see you between now and next year, have a truly tremendous Christmas. Enjoy all twelve days of it. Don’t fall into the trap of shutting up shop once the day itself is done. Watch telly, lounge around and force-feed yourself continental cheeses for as deep into the season as is financially viable.
See you next year, when all will be well, as it always is, give or take a few mishaps.
Love and obscene affection,