Christmas Eve 2017

Twas the Sunday before Christmas; you can check out The Blob briefly but really you should be peeling the chestnuts for tomorrow's stuffing. Getting quietly blotto is acceptable as well. I'm in the bosom of my family, me: three generations of descendants fighting each other to get access to the stove. I don't ask for much: roast potatoes tomorrow; rissoles for St Stephen's Day;

a nice

hang 

sangwich 

or two along the way.

• Henry McKean out doling tea and toast to the voluntariat of Ireland [heart-warming, despite presence of Dairygold unbutter glarrk]
• Cream, Palm Oil, Rapeseed Oil, Salt (1.7%), Colour (Carotenes)
• Food? How come I never got piping hot sausages when working at the timber with Rossa and Rissoles?
• Ins Holz: sledging [not surfing!] mighty tree-trunks down the mountainside in CH
• Google maps knock Apple maps into a cocked hat. They are looking to The Future!
• Dear Satan a heart-burning story narrated by Patrick Stewart
• Clean Bandit - symphony [sad warning applies]
• Amazing escape from a WWII submarine
• The NZ national Kris Kringle goes on again this year [heart-warming despite stuff]
• In June we were naive enough to submit a paper to a predatory publisher. Since then all the authors have been getting nonsense solicitations to send more papers to similar scams.
• Happy to report we aren't alone in having a mailbox full of earnest and flattering requests for a contribution [BMJ Christmas edition: other fun nearby]
• You don't need a truck to 
• haul a shipping container
• alternative solution

That's all, Folks. Bingle Jells.