by Mick Magic
Bore da, and a very Happy New Year to yas. A little late, granted, but it’s still January and I have the excuse of having had one of those nasty bugs that were doing the rounds. Poor Mickey. I was going to say “Hey, that’s Christmas over for another seven months, the Easter eggs are in the shops and they’re trying to sell us summer* holidays.” (*Summer; expand your vocabulary, look it up). Going to. You know… because the ads for it always start appearing by August, so I was having a pop at the greedy bastard capitalists who aren’t yet satisfied with the current levels of global bankruptcy. But this year they’ve gone even further, I’ve ALREADY seen an advert in a TV mag. January 15th. For next Christmas. 344 days to go. Fucking insanity. Insert rant of your choice here, I really can’t be bothered with it any more and hereby tender my resignation from the human race.