Yes, misspelling of the category this entry is housed under is deliberate and in honour of my cousin Dennis in Tooting, London. His childhood box of miscellaneous things, labelled ‘different tings’. Plus, ‘tings’ rhymes with ‘pings’ so it seemed fitting.
Christmas is over. For another year, thank God.
But I have beef with Jimmy the Elf, c/o Canada Post. He still hasn’t given me the reply I was promised!
You better be bloody sure I’ll write back next year, with a demand for Jimmy’s resignation. But I’m not the only person who thinks Christmas is…not so crash-hot, apparently so does this person here.
Just New Year’s Eve to survive now. Largactil and brandy, or all-night Diablo II? Or even Guitar Wolf at the Tote? Sorry, yes Snarkattack is on hols but…my snark brain isn’t.
