Beginnings to hair thinnings...

After months of telling myself I would, finally the blogging has begun, and as much as I would like to start happy and cheery, sad to say, I am vexed. That's right, the Christmas adverts began more than two weeks ago.

The 7th of November? really? 

Sure, theres nothing i want to buy more in november than a christmas tree laden with decorations made out of cheap plastic, and painted with pitiful, disgusting, tasteless colours. Or maybe I should go out and buy flavourless, unappetising, fat filled Christmas chocolates. But as tacky as the modern phenomenon we call 'Christmas' is, we all still can't help but love it. 

However, every year that goes by I get that little bit more cynical and knitpicky. Me being the disgruntled pensioner I am, there is one thing that really carves my turkey about the whole holiday. The children. Even at my age I have developed a (rather rational) hate for kids. Crying, oozing, screaming and whining little balls of youth. I can't even go into asda without hearing a three year old screaming for some santa sweets or running in my way, over, and over, and OVER AGAIN. I JUST WANT TO GET TO THE TILLS!

Whatever happened to parental control eh?