Hi everybody. Been under the weather(almost literally!) and having some problems at work, so blogging has taken a back seat lately. Apologies to the Newsnet crowd for saying I'd do something to contribute and doing sweet eff all.
Anyhow, the time of the year where we all run about like headless chickens is upon us again, exept this year we're doing it in ice and snow. Just like the ones we used to know...
That's just how I feel about the whole business, if it wasn't for the grandbairns I wouldn't bother. Probably.
What gets on my tits though, is some bloody Christian will comment about the real meaning of Christmas, being totally ignorant about the early church hijacking two festivals to meld them into one which was under it's control.
Saturnalia was a Roman festival where once a year the slaves were allowed certain liberties and were served a meal by their masters, but woe betide them if they went too far. There are echos of this in the medieval tradition "The Lord of Misrule". Look it up.
The other one was the midwinter festival of Yule brought into what was left of the Empire by Germanic soldiers. Originally it was a tally of how much food and forage was left till the spring grass-not enough forage and that old cow gets it. Then gets eaten. Party time.
So to cap it all, two different festivals held at roughly the same time of year which involved eating and drinking; add a sweet ickle baby, mention presents (For me!?) and you have a festival which appeals to all...
"Io Saturnalia!"
Probably the last post of 2010, unless something way out happens. I did this as `she who must be obeyed' and I tooks turns waiting in a phone queue to make an insurance claim.
Hi everybody. Been under the weather(almost literally!) and having some problems at work, so blogging has taken a back seat lately. Apologies to the Newsnet crowd for saying I'd do something to contribute and doing sweet eff all.
That's just how I feel about the whole business, if it wasn't for the grandbairns I wouldn't bother. Probably. 
The four furry friends and I have been having a ball the past couple of days; they love the snow even though it's up to the shoulders of the three wee ones.
As many of you know, two strangely similar stories have broached, the MSM one somewhat later than the Newsnet Scotland one.
Like this cat.
Grandsons 2 and 3 snoring gently, along with exhausted Granny. Bessie, the protective, clucky, one of my dogs curled up near them. The rest, all food possibilities licked, cluster around my feet. I'll try and stay awake for a while...
No time for blogging, had grandsons no. three and four to stay (Five months and eighteen months...)
I've always liked the cynical and pessimistic HP Lovecraft's work. He thought, way back then, that the universe was a bleak place, that it was a Thoth eat Thoth cosmos; and that there was no such thing as society...
A half hour o' peace from the grandbairns, a couple of Leffe and some usual contempt for the concept of religion and royalty in one post.
Rage triumphed over grief.
Many thanks to Bugger the Panda if this doesn't work.
Been neglecting this blog lately. The pitfalls of real life have caught me a couple of times in the past week.
"Any auld hippies in the bar?" Was Tam's usual refrain when we used to walk into where he was playing. "We" being myself, my brother and a Roy Wood lookalike.
