Season's Greetings

Time to wind down for Christmas.  Time to relax, be a bit less furious for a day or so, and enjoy the comforts of home. Lovely.

CF is very aware that he's in a highly privileged position. He's able to moan and bitch about how 'terrible' everything is, and the 'awful' state of the nation, and the 'misery' it causes, whilst sat on his well-fed arse in a warm house.

Many aren't that fortunate. Their lives really are terrible, awful, and miserable. They've got no money, or no roof, or no family.

Yes, there are a ton of scroungers, thieves and idle bastards out there. But for every one of them, there's some poor sod who's had a big dollop of shit luck; or whose job vanished; or who was damaged in war; or who's been fucked over by someone else; or who made some terrible choices; or whose partner thumped them once too often; or whose brain is just not wired right to survive the 21st Century.

Give one more Christmas present: donate online at the Shelter website. It'll make you feel better than giving any of that bloody tat you've bought and wrapped so far.

Fuck, CF is going all soft for the festive season. Don't worry, it won't last.

Enjoy your own Christmas, folks.

Merry Christmas to all!

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