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Nearly Christmas then. Just 2 weeks left. That reminds me, I really should write some cards some time soon. In next to no time (well, 2 weeks, as previously mentioned) most of the hideous, materialistic, corporate, greedy bit of Christmas will be done, we'll get a nice day without all the crap (except for the different crap on TV) and then it'll be time for the Sales. Wooop. Sorry, I can't raise a second wooop. Maybe I'll be able to get one half price?

Still, Christmas day does at least offer us the chance (in the UK at least) to see David Tennant off as Doctor Who. Looking forward to that. Did that sound bad? What I meant is, I'm looking forward to Doctor Who, not getting rid of Mr T. He's actually even better than Tom Baker. There, I said it. I expect that 40-something hate mail to start arriving any time soon.

Some crud from the X-Factor will probably be No.1 for Crimbo, although I've long-since stopped caring. I wonder if I can pinpoint the exact week I didn't look up the Top 40 or listen to the chart show? Nah. Brain too old. There are rather a lot of rather excellent Christmas records from yesteryear though. Care to name some? I'll start you off. Jonah Lewie - Stop The Cavalry. Even my Dad liked that one, although he did comment that Jonah's haircut wasn't short enough to go with the WW1 uniform he wore on TOTP. (Jonah. Not my Dad - he wasn't ever on TOTP... at least, I don't think so.)

Am I rambling? You were warned.
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