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Advent 2009 – Day 16

Royal Mail brightened my day today when this landed on my doorstep.

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The card and envelope came in a little plastic bag from Royal Mail apologising for the damage. The key sentence is

If you think any of the items are missing or damaged

Well Royal Mail now you come to mention it,

I THINK THE BOTTOM RIGHT HAND CORNER OF THE CARD IS MISSING YOU DOZY TWATS

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Doris Update

Two received today.

Both are technically Doris cards but they are fairly weak examples. The photos are far too high quality, the cards are made from sturdy card and they are for charities you would have heard of. They are almost normal cards.

When did all cards become charity cards? It used to be all cards were purely to remind family members that you hadn’t died in the past year. Then a few mentioned charity and they were the deeply religious ones. Now all cards seem to donate 0.00000000000000001% of the profits to charity.

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Advent 2009 – Day 14

Christmas truly is a time for unwanted knitted goods.

Look at him sniffing the hat, do you think people can get turned on by knitting?

This is the internet, of course they can!

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Advent 2009 – Day 13

Any day now you should be receiving your first “Doris” card.

A large number of you may have no idea what a “Doris” card is, even those who receive or even, heaven forbid, send them. It’s very simple, there is only one real rule.

If the card consists of a photograph, primarily of a Christmas scene then it’s a Doris. Baubles are always popular as are robins. It must be a photograph though, it’s easy to think you have a Doris when in fact some idiot has painstakingly painted a photo-realistic bauble.

Doris experts can spot a Doris before they even open the card. Giving you these handy clues will allow you to gamble and play the Doris Dare game. To play the Doris Dare game you have to guess before opening the envelope whether the card will be a Doris. Get it right and you win a point, get it wrong and you have to send a Doris card out yourself. The overall loser must send nothing but Doris cards the next year.

Doris Clues

  1. Is the envelope suspiciously light? Doris cards are usually made of the flimsiest paper going.
  2. Has the envelope been written in the spidery scrawl of a pensioner?
  3. Are you surprised that the card got there at all the address is so incorrect?
  4. Has the price of posting gone up at least twice since the stamp on the envelope was purchased?

Happy Doris hunting everyone. I’ll try and post some samples as they arrive. I usually get at least two.

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Advent 2009 – Day 11

What is the point of mulled wine?

If I want my wine warm and smelling funny I’ll drink it straight from the tramp.

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Advent 2009 – Day 10

Oi Blumenthal, you’d better get you turkey in now at just over room temperature if you want it cooked by Christmas next year.

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Advent 2009 – Day 9

Another great gift, ideal for kids of all ages.

It’s Paedo-Mouse!

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Advent 2009 – Day 8

Queuing in the rain, fighting other parents, paying way over the odds just so you can see the rosy glow of your kids faces on Christmas day?

That glow just got that bit easier thanks to Mr Squiggle’s antimony.

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Advent 2009 – Day 7

There is a campaign on Facebook to try and get “Killing In The Name” by Rage Against The Machine to number one instead of whichever song Cowell tries to butcher.

Obviously these sorts of things get a bit of press but ultimately fail. It’s a shame as in my youth I enjoyed the delicious irony of standing in a field with thousands of other people shouting “Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me” as much as the next man. Or the next thousand men for that matter.

There is only one way the scheme could possibly win. Somebody bundle Jedward into a studio and get them to record it. I’d pay good money to hear the little haircunts growling “Motherfucker!”

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Advent 2009 – Day 6

It wouldn’t be Christmas without the pointless Christmas number one. As if the fact that nobody buys singles any more wasn’t enough to devalue the chart along comes the gigantic talent vacuum called the X Factor to make sure only the blandest, most insipid, wanky old horse-piss gets to number one.