All I want for Christmas . . .

. . . is number 17.  

Thank You, Santa.

Road to Christmastide

I'll be watching old Bob Hope movies this Christmas, but for those of you with a more religious frame of mind . . .

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get The Christmas Present That I Want

Post by The Smiths in Posters.

The weight is over

Well, further to this, this and this, I'm once again claiming that I'm finally back on track. Yesterday was Sunday - yes that day - and it was also the first of December, so I really have no excuses this time.  No excuses except Christmas, Kwanzaa and Mōdraniht.

Put another bird on the log fire

I'd be a bit less humbug about Christmas if my secondhand paperbacks from Thriftbooks were delivered to me by the Hipster Portland Santa. Do the East Coast, Portland Santa. I implore you!

The Hipster Williamsburg Santa refuses to travel this far south in Brooklyn after that incident in 2009 on the B Train at Beverley Road. 

Marshmallows and bacon sandwiches

Before Santa tries to break and enter later on tonight:

Still the best Christmas flavoured article ever to appear in the pages of the Socialist Standard.

As much as I love Kirsty Pogue; Slade; Graham Parker; Greg Lake and Wizzard for their yuletide offerings, this is still the best ever Christmas song:

I couldn't find a proper video for The Waitresses's classic. Surely there's one out there somewhere?

Simon's Cat in Santa Claws

Whilst I try to locate my mp3 of Graham Parker's 'Christmas is for Mugs', and as recommended by Owen:

Check out more snippets at the official Simon's Cat website

Hat tip to Tami over at Facebook.

Insert your 'The daleks are legless again' joke here, please!

For that alcoholic geek in your life:

The Tardis Ice-Bucket.

Salutations and mince pies

Merry Crimbo.

Wrap Some Tinsel Around Your Skinny Tie . . .

. . . it's a power pop advent calender.

OK, I'm six days late in mentioning it, but with my bloggers block you should be grateful.