I go through a strange up and
down feeling towards Christmas; last year I had a wonderful time and loved
every minute of it but the year before I couldn’t wait for it to be over.
Yesterday we went into town with the main intention of looking through
department store Christmas shops, to give us ideas for presents and new
decorations. For some reason I couldn’t get into it and found it impossible to
keep up an acceptable level of enthusiasm for Mandi’s benefit, (she has an
unshakable love for the festive season) and found myself getting a bit grumpy
at times. This is one of those years when I wouldn’t mind ignoring the whole
thing and letting people keep Christmas in their own way so that I can keep it
mine (paraphrasing Charles Dickens there). Part of the reason is the realisation
that Mandi and I aren’t going to have children, and without children I will
never have a dream Victorian influenced Christmas like the one I always
envisage but never quite achieve (I have always wanted to have a train set on
the dining table that had tureens of food instead of carriages that people
could help themselves to as it passed them, I want other things too but that’s
the first one that springs to mind).
It was pretty much a case of
going through the motions as far as looking at decorations and stocking fillers
was concerned while drifting around in John Lewis, Debenhams and BHS, and
trying to look interested. It could of course just be that it is too early for
me to get enthusiastic yet. I like being able to unwind and forget about work
during the Christmas holidays, but I still have a lot of work to do before I
can knock off for the two weeks. On Sunday 22nd of December I’ll be
presenting The Sunday Alternative Christmas Special,
which will be going out live, so my holiday won’t start until I am home that
night. The American shows will hopefully be recorded in that week, with me
doing two editions; one for the weekend of Sunday 29th, and
hopefully pre-recording The Sunday Alternative
for that date to save me having to work on that day. NottinghamLIVE
goes out on a Wednesday, which means that this year we broadcast on Christmas
Day and New Year’s Day, those two shows will be pre-records too. The only
problem is going to be doing the American show for the weekend after, 3rd
January and a live Sunday Alt on
the 5th, which means that I go back to work before the end of Christmas. At
least the calendar falls properly this year, with January 6th being
a Monday, so although not perfect everyone will be back at work on the last day
of Christmas. Make sure you don’t work late though as you will have the
decorations to take down when you get home.
We had a thankfully rare
experience of piss-poor service at Hartley’s coffee shop in Hockley yesterday.
Since it has been open it has had a rapid rise to first place of choice, (it
was previously the place to go when Lee Rosy was full) so it would be a shame
to see standards drop now. I ordered a cappuccino and Mandi had a gingerbread
latte, and we went and sat outside. The waitress, (who I don’t think could be accused
of being the sharpest knife in the drawer) brought our drinks out without
saucers. That might not seem like the end of the world, but when we asked for
sugar she came back with one teaspoon which she placed on the table. I have to
put that spoon in my drink and that drink will go in my mouth, so why the hell
did she think it a good idea to put the spoon on the table? An outside table
where any number of germs could be at work. I went back in for more spoons,
(she only brought one out for the pair of us) but couldn’t really enjoy my
drink after that. If we had been allowed to use saucers, the spoons could have
been placed on there. I have written an email of complaint.
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