Yes, yes - we all know that Christmas has deteriorated to a mass orgy of spending, debt and subsequent guilt, with the 'true' values being cast aside for the latest X-box/plasma widescreen TV/iPod/insert consumer good of choice here. As a veteran victim of debt, I am categorically opposed to anything that induces people to max their plastic so people can accumulate more stuff, and think kids these days get too much, etc. etc. blah, blah, blah...
For me, Christmas is usually the longest period of time I get off work in the entire year. This means the annual return to the familial north, ranting with my dear Father about politics, much to the despair of my poor Mother, overeating, drinking, relaxing, getting cosy, making time to read and catch-up with old friends and family. In all, a glorious time.
In terms of gifts... I don't buy many and, therefore, I'm not really expecting many - and this if fine. For this reason, however, please allow me a momentary escape in a fantasy world where I get whatever the hell I like. Wishlist as follows:
Urban Outfitters
All Over Stud Drawstring Bag: £62
French Connection Bright Eyes Shirt: was £45, now £22.50 (but none left in my size. Damnation!)
French Connection Bright Eyes Shirt: was £45, now £22.50 (but none left in my size. Damnation!)
A day in a spa:
£ the sky's the limit, baby
Waiting for the Etonians by Nick Cohen: £8.57
A Life Inside - A Prisoner's Notebook by Erwin James: £8.99
Rough Trade's top ten albums of the year (plus £10 voucher): £99
Urban Outfitters Playful Promises Black Bra £24 (who could resist?)
Classic iPod: £189 (because I'm sick of lugging my portable CD player and extensive CD collection around)
A year's subscription to Bust magazine: $39.95
Play: The Nylon Book of Music: £7.92
Urban Outfitters black brogues: £32
An extra 12 hours in the day, every day: £ priceless
