…the human creature is an animal of many habits… none of which habits is more baffling than the ritual behaviour that descends on so many of its breed around the last two weeks of the year and the first week of the ensuing year… for those souls brave enuff to incur the wrath of the politically correct brigade, this three-week stretch covers what is known in many quarters as Christmas and the New Year… in this ol’ Jurassic’s earlier life, as a child it meant expectation of presents from the wonderfully believable Santa Claus for the Christmas part, and then watching my elders get p*shed out of their brains for the New Year part of it… in Scotland, Hogmanay is the term for New Year’s Eve… despite what the dictionary may indicate, ‘Hogmanay’ really means ‘eating tartan-patterned-tin-loads of shortbread biscuits and mountains of cherry fruit cake slices, and throwing gallons…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 