The peddlers of deception are the enemies of life

In the early nineties I reached a tipping point. It was during the pre-Christmas period and I was drunk. I was watching commercial television and was galvanised out of my seat by a particularly inane, enraging, advert. I grabbed a carving knife that I’d been using to cut up pizza and, yelling some blistering language, […]

A little Christmas anarchy

I don’t do Christmas any more. I decided to stop once I lived alone and therefore had no familial pressures to deal with at home, but even so it was not an easy process, yet I was tired of grumbling about Christmas but not doing anything about it. It took some years before I even […]