Bomber...

As the festive baubles get blown out of Tinseltown and the year starts to terminate, it would appear to any digital bystanders that it has been the best part of a fair while since the previous blog post was posted. 

Hashtag: lazyandpreoccupiedforafewmonthssocouldntbearsedbutnowbackonit#WTF

So with a semi guilty conscience befitting of a box 3 performance of the last 2 quarters, it's time to tidy up the tales of the mooring, tighten the ropes and empty out the squalid bilge of 2015.

Now with all the TGI Black Friday's thankfully behind us and as the dark satanic mills and factories pump out the final unwanted pressies for the fat bearded consumers to distribute to their turgid little angels in order to enjoy their very own 'Mullerlicious' Christmas; the hours of blissful, uninterrupted consumerism has once again handsomely lined the pockets of the four dandy marketeers of the apocalypse with hardly a sole noticing...

Most seem to have been preoccupied with the festivities to notice that the world's head count has been somewhat reduced this year too, as innocent folk have either been gunned down on holiday, blown up in hotels, cafes and schools, murdered at gigs or sadly drowned at sea when mistakenly thinking they would be helped by caring humans if they left all their possessions and families for a tempting trip away from murdering maniacs.....unfortunately, only changing your avatar to any of the countries flags affected, didn't seem to help these causes.....

...oh, you only did the tricolour??

Still.....at this hospitable time I'm sure some more of these less fortunate inhabitants are left alive somewhere nearby and in our thoughts...

With all these seemingly fine, upstanding, wealthy business moguls trusted with all your hard earned cash in offshore accounts from the festive binges, with their gorgeous, massive,empty mansions up and down the country seemingly all 'unavailable', the 'unwanted' soles wouldn't have had much choice but to spend the festive period celebrating life in their own way, albeit a little colder but fortunately, somewhere out of sight to avoid any guilty consciousnesses.

No doubt when all the festivities are over we will get to hear how they got on....

Back on the mooring, and closer to home, the endless waves of economic migrating waterfowl have been turning up moaning and expecting their rights of a free lunch of nuts and seeds in order to 'survive the bleak winter months'  to be upheld; sharing it begrudgingly with other native mammals claiming similar lame excuses of cold and hunger.  With no bonus again this year they will have to make do with the 'Booths' finest handmade farmhouse cob and a packet of dry crushed up 'Carr's', this year supplemented with a bespoke, homemade gingerbread house, I'm afraid.

The swan's 'chuckling' offspring won't leave home either to both their parents dismay and now the hungry, diving cormorants have moved in over the towpath so the fish stocks will be depleted soon and the kingfisher will go ballistic in the spring!

Endlessly, the winter storms bluster along with 'hurricane Elaine' at the helm, and seem to have blown all the sheep out of the field along with the steadfast 10year guarantee heavy duty roof felt off the top of the shed!

Luckily, so far, the idle solar panel has remained fastened to the boat!

Andromeda sits bemused, old and grey and unaffected by the bewildering chaos, inviting a cosy candlelit sanctuary and peace to all within.....Amen!

So as the floods rise higher than the ability of mankind to build on places a little bit higher, and as the world works out who is to blame for these atrocities to mankind, we continue to fund and spot Tim Peak flying past at seventeen thousand rpm in a drone and wistfully look to the stars and the iCloud's for answers.....

And wonder.....

....why we can't just flog the ISS to ISIS to go and have their global caliphate a few miles away from the earth and maybe we can all get on a bit better next year ....Tim, make that call!

So with a new New Years revolution decided, 

(a)solve world poverty 

(b)to eat a diet of copious quantities of recycled fennel to avoid probable cancerous growths 

(c) and to be a bit more regular...

In the meantime, I just hope there is an invigoratingly big, fat winter sale with half price, last minute unlimited, unmissable bargains with up to 50% off with nothing to pay for the rest of eternity to go to....

So...

It's goodnight from me

And it's goodnight from Lemmy, RIP.

See you next year followers!

Obviously a Motörhead track