Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 November 2014

Inadequately Attired Fairies

Muesli and banana.

Perhaps it is a sign of burgeoning curmudgeonliness, but rather than making me covetous of their many yuletide offerings, M&S's advert featuring a pair of inadequately attired fairies instead made me want to shout at them to put their coats on. There are few things that make me feel chillier than looking at other under-clothed people, fairies or not.

Saturday, 3 December 2011

Breakfast the Three-Hundred-and-Twenty-Seventh

Oats & honey Special K and Fruit & Fibre.
The Irn Bru Christmas advert is back. Hurrah! How I love it. A fitting homage. I'm sure Raymond Briggs must like it.

Monday, 21 November 2011

Breakfast the Three-Hundred-and-Fifteenth

Muesli and apple & mango juice again.
I have only four more days until my servitude with Satan ends, and then I join the ranks of the self-employed. I suspect this may translate to under-employed for the first little while, which brings me to wondering whether I am too old to give people orange squash bottle flower vases adorned with macaroni for Christmas, or perhaps painted boxes constructed out of cereal packets? Are these things only charming when offered by the under 10s? Thoughts please.