Went out to Sainsbury's about 8:30 to get the bits I'd forgotten. The busses were only running about every half hour...As usual, they fail to take into consideration that a lot of poor slobs have to work Christmas Eve, as I usually did. The shop was already crowded with the fraught and crabby, and I was wayyyy glad to get out of it.
Managed a very entertaining dream,last night, anyway. I was young and fit, in some sort of hippie artists' commune, and ended up in an attic having exceptionally entertaining mad monkey sex with young Julian Barratt. Arrrh, that were fun, that were.
I think I read somewhere that a cracked Xtian decapitated Beck's figure at Mme Tussaud's, resulting in the closure of that rather tasteless 'Nativity' tableau. I've also been quite disgusted by that 'Last Supper' poster for SHAMELESS (another TV super-hit that I find pretty underwhelming-) I mean, I am really not into practising organised religion, but I do find things like that rather gross and offencive. Of course, I'd rather see and *tsk* at them than have censorship. The weird thing is, they're censoring hell out of people who say rude things about other cultures and creeds, but it seems perfectly OK to take the piss out of poor old Jesus. Mad world, etc.