Dear relatives who voted Leave. Don’t send cards. Don’t buy presents. Don’t invite us to dinner. Don’t wish us Merry Christmas or a Happy New Year. We will not be sitting around the table while you stuff your face with turkey, roast potatoes and all the other trappings of a ‘proper’ British dinner.   I’m not prejudiced, you said. I just… Continue reading Christmas is Cancelled in Brexit Land

I’ve just woken up to the news that the electoral college endorsed the Pussy Grabber. It’s very much like the feeling I got as a child when I looked through semi-closed eyes at my parents trying to be quiet at the end of my bed in the middle of the night as they filled my Christmas stocking. Although  by then I had stopped… Continue reading Father Christmas is Dead – the Pussy Grabber goes forward