Well, who’d have thought it, Christmas has come around yet again. It’s the J man’s birthday (well, sort-of birthday. It’s really just a ceremonial event, you know, a bit like the Queen’s birthday or Dannii Minogue’s degree from the University of Southampton Solent).
Despite Christmas day occurring on the same day, in the same month, every, single, year, the Western world seems to go into mental and commercial meltdown from about October onwards. I say October, when I was younger it was November and in ten years’ time it’ll be January. Wizzard’s ‘I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday’ will be an awful reality, playing out over a rusting tannoy as mothers fight in a Hunger Games/Battle Royale blood bath to obtain the last potato to dress up with cabbage leaves. Outside, gang warfare breaks out yet again due to a shortage of indigestion tablets and mulled wine. Oh, and Borris Johnson is ruler of the not-so-free world. What a terrible, terrible world.
Still, we’re nine years away from that escalation so in the meantime here are some of the wonderful purchases one can make in Britain if still in need of a last minute, high quality purchase to give to your dog, sorry, nephew.
A good place to start is to let your nearest and dearest know what you want. You can drop them hints here and there, or maybe leave them a note. Or, you could get it written across the front of a shop window:
(Just remember to keep the wording polite and British.)
If you know what the latest fashion trends are clothing is always a good option. Festive jumpers that state the obvious or depict animals from the homeless pet adverts never fail to lighten one’s mood:
Socks, too, remain a classic gift purchase. This season it’s all about food puns:
But be warned, spouts were so 2015. Sales of sprout-ware have subsequently seen a massive decline as people realise that vegetables in hats on socks is neither hilarious or witty. It’s weird.
Hang on, I’m sure I’ve seen this before…
Of course, if you’re of the grown up variety you could splash out on underwear:
Hmmmmm. Well even if you dispute the message, always, always make sure your pants match your jumper:
With more and more people turning to online retailers, the high street has over recent years seen a change in its pricing policy. For the thrifty buyer this can result in great shopping deals. Unless you want orange juice, in which case you can jog on.
Because the high street wants consumers to spend money in their stores, you’ll often find high levels of investment and intelligence factored into stock layout and price labels. This ensures you, the consumer, know exactly how much an item is at a glance.
Sometimes no amount of reductions can ever justify the product:
And please, for the love of God do not buy presents from pound shops, especially those who make out this is a reasonable gift to give someone:
There are very few giftware items that embody the term ‘crapware’ better than the above.
Be aware of the stores that take to magical allusions to convince you to buy a non-existent item. It’s an easy enough trap to fall into, in the below example you may need to take a second look to establish what’s missing:
Other stores may shrink the portion sizes:
Speaking of food, it’s always best to stock up on the non/less perishable items as and when you can. Failing that, stock up on products that cover all bases. After all, why pay more to buy cookies and milk separately when Father Christmas could munch on these instead:
A product with natural AND artificial flavourings? Well count me in!
And who needs a traditional Christmas lunch with all the meat and trimmings when you could buy yourself a massive tray of sushi? Not just any sushi mind, no, no, jelly sweet sushi!
And if that is even too much then look no further than your local bar or restaurant to cater to your feeding needs. National pub chains such as Wetherspoons pride themselves on a variety of Christmas dishes (just so long as it contains cranberry or turkey):
After all that shopping you’re probably ready for a sit down and coffee. By this point you’ll spent all your money on inappropriate underwear and Pop Tarts (if not, then hit the shops again). Drink of choice therefore? Americano with half a cereal bar you stashed away in your bag for this very moment.
As you look out of the window you start to see the shops around you close and the natural light fade to e replaced by an altogether different sort of luminosity. The town centre Christmas lights. Take a moment to marvel at the decorations, see how awe inspiring they are. More importantly, don’t make eye contact with the crazy lady:
Shopping done. If you’re not already like this…:
…Then it’s time to get your glad rags on and hit the town to celebrate. Don’t forget ladies, accessorise, accessorise, accessorise!
And let’s not forget the make up/dress choice. Jazz it up, spritz and glitz yourself so that you go from looking like this:
To looking like this:
(Cor, isn’t she a stunner?)
If make up/clothing fail you in this mission, ply yourself with merry liqueur to make you feel like the latter. Just remember though, it isn’t all about what the boys in the club think. In the immortal words of the great philosopher Justin of Bieber:
(And if other people can’t see that? Well, there’s a scatter cushion for that too:)
You’ll know if the night out is a good one for two reasons. a) your shoes will look like this:
And you will feel like this:
And hey presto! Christmas is sorted and now all you need to do is gear yourself up for the next big event, the Boxing Day/Winter Sales. Oh wait, you actually have to wrap up presents don’t you?
Dammit!
BONUS PICTURES: Life Choices – Christmas Shopping Special
(Disclaimer: all items in this post were taken on location, photographer did not alter or move items.)
When I found myself sat in the non descript office of a finance advisor, sipping on tepid water and discussing my death it did cross my mind that I’d had more upbeat birthdays. The situation was made all the more bleaker when he asked me how I planned to spend the rest of my day. With a Christmas brass band playing outside the window, I said half-humouredly “oh, you don’t understand, this meeting IS the highlight of my day”. He laughed out loud, I cried a little inside.
Actually, tell a lie, birthday festivities began on Thursday when I was talking to a nice man on the HSBC care line (long story). He told me it was his birthday on the 5th as well, with the ensuing three minutes being probably the most excitable conversation over a mundane topic which ever existed. (Our shared birthday with Walt Disney gave us fodder for a good minute.) Sadder still, if he called me up tomorrow I’d happily have the same conversation all over again.
When did I get to the point when any of this constituted as a birthday? When did I get so desperate that I start roping random men into my celebrations? More to the point though, when did I get so mature? I mean ruddy heck, I’m (soon to be) only 24 years old. Maybe I should save my generation the bother and switch the digitals round, become 42. I think I could quickly adapt to a middle aged pace of life, after all I am partial to hummus and will happily tune into Desert Island Discs. Give it six months and I’ll be shopping in Edinburgh Woollen Mill for shortbread.
Saying that, this is how birthdays make me feel:
Maybe I spoke too soon.
So it’s happy birthday to me and happy 100th blog post. It’s one of the few 2016 New Year Resolutions I’ve been able to achieve this years but one I’m pretty chuffed with (making it to 100 blog posts that is, not the whole 24 thing. We’re not in Victorian England anymore).
Now let’s all hold hands and join in wishing me a wonderful birthday. Happy birthday to me (tomorrow), happy birthday to me (tomorrow), happy birthday to Walt Disneyyyy, happy birthday to me (tomorrow).
Oh yeah, and also happy 100th blog post to me. So that’s happy 100th blog post, Disney, man from the HSBC care line, and personal birthday to us, happy 100th blog post…
Well, here I am, 30 days later, after I set myself the original challenge of writing a blog post every day for the entire month of November. It’s funny to think that when I started doing this Halloween had only just finished and Donald Trump was still campaigning for a position which, it was widely assumed, he’d never win. Yet look where we are now. Christmas decorations are out, Donald Trump has been elected President and Judge Rinder is still on Strictly after beating Ed Balls in a dance off. What a time it is to be alive.
The main thing which has surprised both myself and assorted members of family is that I have, indeed, been able to consistently write a new blog post every single day for 30 days. Given prior to this month two posts a week was considered an achievement, I’d say that’s pretty good going. Even when I’ve had tough days in the office, or visited friends I’ve somehow managed to stick myself in front of a laptop for at least five minutes to quickly belt out a blog post before rushing back to the task at hand.
In terms of content I think I’ve actually faired better than expected. There were only a handful of days where I had to rack my brains for an idea of what to write. But that said, I never at the point of absolute point of writers’ block that I sat behind a screen staring blankly into the abyss. 30 days and able to write on some incredibly varied topics from Hershey’s to hats, Trump to trains, I can honestly say being forced to write on something everyday has, through necessity, expanded my creative mind. One of my blog posts (The 12:37 Train from Swindon to Bath Spa) even made it to into the paper I write for (and that was only written in 30 minutes). If I can write a blog post on Tuna and a dog on a trampoline then I can write about anything.
Would I do it all again? Now there’s the million dollar question. In all honestly, no I wouldn’t. Purely because to fit in doing a blog post every single day alongside other commitments is just too much pressure to put on myself. Avid readers of my blog will know that this isn’t my only hobby and switching from this to book mode whilst keeping to my journalist deadlines has, at times, been challenging. Add to mix the 9-5 job, running the 18-30 group, commuting, gyming and general life stuff and you can quickly picture how manic my life is without the additional pressure of Nablopomo. That said, would I recommend it to anyone looking for a challenge? Something to help reenergise creative minds? Most certainly. It’s a mental challenge like no other and I’m so glad to say I’ve been able to do it. It’s a mini accomplishment by itself.
And on that note, I’m going into blog hibernation. Wake me up in a few weeks’ time!
It may come as a surprise to you, but I can be a bit snap happy when it comes to photos taken on my phone. Not all of these photos make it to the world wide inter web, heck, some of them don’t even make it to Instagram.
I was scrolling through these images recently and realised that some of these actually sum up my week brilliantly (well, sort-of brilliantly). For anyone who wants an introduction to my weekly goings on, look no further than these selection of images.
Monday
How Mondays make me feel
Tuesday
Gym day
Wednesday
Shopping day
Thursday
Sort out/laundry day (always ends up looking like this)
Friday
Saturday
Nice coffee and…gift/blog inspiration shopping day
On this gloomy November day, here are some upbeat Mediterranean music tracks to lighten the mood (and make you wish it was summer again). Also can be used for Zumba.