Well, I gather from the lack of response to my CB rant that my political commentary doesn't go down that well. Perhaps it's a Christmas thing.
I'm so over GO and his autumn statement and my New Year's resolution is to spend the time I usually spend shouting at Bruce/Gompertz/Peston et al on something more enjoyable instead. Half an hour in bed, reading more than a word before I fall asleep is how I'm envisaging January evenings.
I am in the midst of assessment 'doings'. My studies have been somewhat fragmented and dislocated since we started back at the end of September. I have, however, had an exhibition to which lots of people came and of which lots of nice things were said. Unfortunately, my artistic practice underwent something of a schism and I now find myself with a variety of 'work', none of which seems to hang together in what my tutors call 'a body of work'.
Besides my studies, there is the small matter of Christmas to be getting on with. Based on the snatched conversations I have had with those I know of a female persuasion and the faces I've seen in my recent supermarket visits, I don't get the sense that Christmas 2012 is really being entered into with a sense of joy and excitement.
Perhaps it is because I'm getting older and, therefore, so is my peer group. There are those of us who did everything in February although don't admit it and sigh and eye-roll with the rest of us when we realise that we have several things to do:
- write the cards (sometimes make the cards)
- arrange a 0% credit card to pay for the stamps
- clean the house
- arrange for an obscene amount of food and beverages to arrive at the right time, hopefully avoiding any trip to the shops after 21st December
- buy charming and thoughtful presents that don't look as if they came from a 3 for 2 offer or were bought with Nectar points
- decorate the house with delightful gewgaws that have the right balance of quirky tackiness and vintage/retro/chic/scandinavian charm
- adopt the demeanour of a person who delights in all such matters
- start drinking sherry and/or amaretto
- eat, drink and be merry whilst having a temporary bout of bulimia so as not to put on three stone
What a palaver. Christmas, it seems to me, is a time for just hanging about with people you like, doing the things you all want to do that you don't really have time for during the rest of the year because every day is busy. At least at Christmas, it's busy with fairy lights.