Oh Lucky Me.

Tis the season to be jolly -again. yeah, right.

Been out shopping with the great un-washed masses; done the xmas parties; sent cards to people i can't remember and wished people i dont normally speak to , "happy xmas blah, blah. "

Delbut was in a sub-normal, pre-xmas house of blues. But news has reached me that sister Faith has said a prayer for me and apparantly, i will be saved at the gates of St Peter, afterall. SO. This means i can carry on being a naughty boy and doing stuff that would make the Pope's legions of choirboy molesters blush and still be forgiven. Bargain.

I bought sister Faith a "Wicked Wabbit" from the Ann Summers on-line store and sent it under brown paper wrap. I knew the authorities would check it out first so, to get it past the mother superior I cunningly disguised it as a gardening tool for planting carrots. For those of you unfamilier with this particular instrument of joy and pleasure, it has a a "double action" use, and mother superior thought it was a labour-saving device for dibbing two holes at once( How right she was), thus saving time spent on said carrot planting. As nuns are inherently lazy, this was good.

The reason for my upturn in everything joyous at yultide was the advanced notice of what sister Faith bought me for xmas. She smuggled out a picture of her wearing my xmas present cleverly hidden in between the pages of the latest " Pews' News." The bi-monthly news letter from the convent.

Apparantly, the nuns are allowed to go into the local town to offer Charity to the locals. Sister Charity was a bit pissed of at this but had no choice in the matter. Next year, they will be offering Hope. She's none too pleased either. (ok, realised i should have said, nun too pleased, but i think i used that joke 3 months' ago.) I digress. It was while Faith was trying to offer Charity to the locals, that she came across a fab little lingerie outlet.

As I am only too pleased to share my good fortune with my blogging buddies, here is what i have to look forward to when i return to the convent in eaarly January. The earlier the better.

It remains for me to thank you all for sharing in this nonsense and making me smile with your readiness to humour me and wish you all a great holiday, and here's to next year.

Love you all.
xxx

Thank you all

For your kind messages and concern for my son, Lewis.

I'm not one to leave messages on Rach's blog asking for prayers etc. It works for some but i didn't want/feel the need to do that.

I didn't post what happened here either, much for the same reason, but i left a quick message on Bex's blog becuase, as you know, she pesters me a lot; and told two other people -just because we were talking at the time, really. And what do i get? People coming here to offer me support and others emailing me anyway. For that, i am touched and grateful to you all. You are special.

Anywho. Just to sum up: He got stabbed, went to hospital, had an op and signed himself out on Weds. just like me, he is an impatient, patient.

Apart from extra holes punched in his body, which, by the way, he did not want nor ask for, he is well and i think, coming home to the shithole that is Wales from his even shittier place he calls home, Bristol, tomorrow. He has pictures too!

For Sale

One Libertine Jacket. Slightly worn and smells a bit. If this jacket could talk it would have lots of little secrets to give away. Then again, if it could talk, it wouldn't be a jacket really, would it?

Best reason for me giving it to you (and the jacket) wins it for xmas. Please state your case and i will get back to you.