It had to happen. Every blog must have an entry about snow at some point in tis existence (providing it exists through at least one Winter), so here it is.
So my college has shut its gates for the extra three days it was supposed to be open (and it's still unclear why they were to be open) and teenagers are let loose on the streets to frolick in the tundra. Or at least, I thought they would be.
The snow's fallen strangely this year, and for some reason it just doesn't want to stick together at all. That means no snowball fights, no snowmen, and most depressingly of all, no enormous phallic sculptures. Still, there's plenty to do indoors, and it's not as if it's that cold outside (or is it just me?), so you can still brave the Winters to get that packet of Hobnobs you so desire, you tubby bastard. For example, I just spent an evening with my brother and my dad. We started by reliving the old days playing Mario Kart 64 in all the modes and remembering just how unbalanced and ridiculous the whole game is and always will be.
A bit of nostalgia is good for you, but too much can lead to premature loss of hair and earlobes, so we decided to knock it on the head and watch District 9 after my brother made a comment about "f'kin Prawns". That's not a censor, that's how you have to say it. If you've seen the film you'll know what I mean. Unfortunately, we couldn't find it, but it just so happened that for my (recent) birthday, my brother had bought me Shallow Grave by Danny Boyle (a tip-top director and no mistake). After a whopping four seconds of deliberation, we removed the ham from the DVD player* and put the disc in.
What a film, Boyle really knows his stuff, but if you've seen it you'll know what I mean when I say that it's fine, didn't ever want to sleep again anyway.
So you see? You don't need ice tits or snow clitorises to enjoy the Winter. Gather 'round with your family and relive the old days when you weren't a hopeless failure (or too young to realise it). Light the fire, roast your chesnuts, baste your puddings. But most importantly of all, enjoy yourselves.
I don't know if I'll post another entry until after Christmas, so in case I don't, here's a merry Christmas from me and all the others behind Surface of the Sun. If you don't speak English, please choose the appropriate translation below:
Joyeux Noël
Fröhliche Weihnachten
Feliz Navidad
С Рождеством Хрисовым
Felix dies Nativitatis
メリークリスマス
Gleðileg Jól
ميلاد مجيد
Geseënde Kersfees
圣诞快乐
Nadolig Llawen
Any language I missed out (there's bound to be at least one), I'm sure you'll get my sentiment when I simply say:
Merry Christmas and an enormous thank you to everyone who has supported my blog over the months!
God bless us, every one!
*There's method in the madness
