A Creamier Brandy Sauce

So it's silly season again. "Yes I am a Pagan"  I seem to answer all the time."Yes I celebrate Yule" …and "Yes I like Christmas!" Is that not having your cake and eating it? (what a stupid saying that is by the way…what are you supposed to do with cake?...look at it? ) Well yes it is….and?

I have no spiritual association with Christmas anymore, apart from Rum that is! My spiritual time is the Winter Solstice…Yule….but then I did grow up with happy memories of waking up on Christmas morning getting pressies and eating Christmas dinner until being so stuffed you can't move and then boxing day when your house smells of Brussel sprout induced farts and you are in full swing of new toy bliss !!!!!

You know Jesus was probably a really top bloke too. I mean he loved a camp and he definitely loved wine ..he turned loads of water into it after all, so reckon he would have been quite a "Down with the boys"  kind of geezer rather pagan like in fact... ….so although this time of year has absolutely no association of his birth really, if Christians around the world want to celebrate the birth of their Christ around our Yule time and create such positive energy and emotion around the world ..so mote it be …

This time of year brings the best out of humanity….thinking of the Christmas truce in WWI….and good will to all men…and loads of washing up for Mums but it also brings out the worst too …Cliff Richard…need I say more! ….Oh and work Christmas parties!!!!!

Last year I didn't go to our office meal.. as the restaurant it was held at?..  I well,….kind of had an encounter with the chef and unfortunately administered a little Mr Slappy a few weeks prior and thought upon seeing me, everyone's  brandy sauce might just get a little creamier..and although contemplation of revenge on some of my work colleagues by proxy was sweet….I decided not to show my face . This year however with said chef was  long gone so  I decided I'd go but always feel it sensible not to drink at such occasions.ThisChristmas meal  was pretty standard procedure this year and certain chains of events happen, sort of like a protocol at these things ..like top boss paid for loads of drinks…can't fault that very generous, that cued the thoughts in our heads (well at least mine)…oh actually he is a good bloke and didn't really mean to be a pain in the backside the rest of the year …then there is the obligatory depressive drunk..life is boring they are old and boring nothing going for them apparently….the over the top Christmas cheery person that reminds you of Graham Norton …no I really do not want to wear a paper flippin crown on my head!! The organisor spreadsheet in hand …"No! you ordered the prawn cocktail not the onion soup" ……management as much as they try to integrate  there is always a riff raff side and the management side of the dinner table and never ceases to amaze me that by the main course you would be mistaken from thinking the management side was the riff raff side such is the juvenile behaviour and or topic of conversation!!!

Then there is me…usually as loud and brash as you like in the office ..sitting wondering what I am doing there! Most of the people  around me are good decent people some I'd be happy to associate out of work ..some not but I couldn't help looking down at my glass of diet coke and wish it were a tankard of cider and …that my boring clothes would change to "Steam punk" garb…and that I wasn't surrounded by "muggles"!  A fish out of water and no desire to be anywhere but in that water. Just over 24 hours later there I was, in my Ol' Horny hat…tails etc. with Wifey in her bestest basque surrounded by the coolest people ..Pagan people…it was like coming home..bliss

….and no brandy sauce in sight!!!!!!