So that’s Christmas and New Year out the way for another year (or as far as the shops are concerned, until September, when it’s deemed socially acceptable to start selling us Crimbo).
In a way I’m glad, because although I don’t consider myself that religious, I do find it pretty crass that the whole event has been reduced to a marketing ploy for shops to separate us from our money and give us stuff that to be honest we don’t really need or particularly want, in exchange.
The break from work was good, so I can’t complain about that. Managed to catch Rogue One and Passengers at the cinema, and had a couple of nice meals out.
Even gave the kilt another airing on Christmas day. It’s good to have an excuse to put it on, as it’s a lot of money to pay for a garment to just have it hanging in a wardrobe all year.
Still to sort out the Cape Verde photographs (I know, I know). In the meantime here’s a photo I took on the way in to work this morning of the carousel in George Square in Glasgow.
So yesterday was the work Christmas do.
The place we had booked was a bit more….. trendy that I would choose to frequent, but the food was excellent, and the staff were great, so can’t complain on that score.
We had to be off that tables by 4.00pm as they needed them for another party that had booked, so we all headed into the bar at that point.
I’d had a couple of beers, and like I say this wasn’t the sort of place I’d usually frequent, so I slipped away and met up with some colleagues who had done their own thing, and were now in a pub.
I stayed for another couple of drinks, then opted for an early night and headed home.
The highlight of the night for me was an English colleague asking how much a kilt cost to get made.
Him – How much was it, the kilt.
Me – £300
Him – no, not including the sporran, belt, shoes, etc, just the kilt.
Me – Yeah, £300.
His face was a picture. He didn’t know they were hand made to measure, and contained 8 yards of wool.
So anyway, that’s it over for another year. Just got the karate club night out on Saturday and I can relax…
…That can only mean one thing.
It’s the Christmas do today 😀
It’s almost that time of year again, when people spend more than they can afford, to give other people more than they need.
My mum was (and to an extent still is) like that. She had to be the person who gave you the most gifts, or the biggest gift or the most expensive gift. No matter how many times I told her (and keep telling her) that a small gift that has had thought put into it, means so much more than her idea of bigger/more/expensive.
She hasn’t really a clue what I like. Sorry, that’s not exactly true. She knows I like rock music, horror movies and science fiction, but ask her to name a band/actor/author and she wouldn’t have a clue. So there’s been lots of random gifts that sooner or later go to the charity shop, where hopefully, they will be found by someone who does like them.
She is one of these people who falls for the commercialism of the whole time of year. And it’s that commercialism that I really truly can’t stand. You see people at their greed fuelled worst.
I know that my wife knows what I like and would get something that she’s seen and known instantly that it’s ideal for me. She won’t be looking at a price tag and thinking “That’s too cheap, I can’t give that”. If the gift fits, that’s what matters, and I appreciate that so much more.
(Don’t get me wrong, my mum has hit the nail on the head on a few occasions, but she still thinks that more is better, when, to be honest, I don’t agree.)
Selfie in the lift just before heading out to the work Christmas do.