Christmas Fare

Nice cake J!

You miserable, fucking sod J.

Do you sing it to the tune of Silent Night or Come all ye merry gentlemen?

Not quite a Christmas song but this was sung on this evening's Culture Show on BBC2. Makes a change from X-Factor I guess:

Stained glass windows keep the cold outside
While the hypocrites hide inside
With the lies of statues in their minds
Where the Christian religion made them blind
Where they hide
And prey to the Gordon Brown of a bitch spelled backwards is dog
Not for one race, one creed, one world
But for money
Effective
Absurd

Do you pray to the Holy Ghost when you suck your host
Do you read who's dead in the Irish Post
Do you give away the cash you can't afford
On bended knees and pray to lord

Fat pig priest
Sanctimonious smiles
He takes the money
You take the lies
This is religion and Jesus Christ
This is religion cheaply priced
This is bibles full of libel
This is sin in eternal hymn
This is what they've done
This is your religion
The apostles were eleven
Now there's a sod in Heaven

This is religion
There's a liar on the altar
The sermon never falter
This is religion
Your religion

You complete and utter, miserable, fucking sod, Justice. You've ruined my Christmas now - I hope you're satisfied. I'm going to top myself.

Ignore him Tom, he's only happy when he's pouring doom and gloom into people's hearts

Don't top yourself until after the 18th though, cos I'm rather looking forward to it and it won't be the same if we've got your tragic death hanging over us to spoil things

Maybe he can top himself during the evening while we are all gathered round singing carols. That would be awesome.

I will save my self for the baby Jesus!

Justice wrote:

Maybe he can top himself during the evening while we are all gathered round singing carols. That would be awesome.

I can toss myself if you like.

I think we were expecting that already Tom, to be honest. I've been into the G&P and asked if they could reserve us a table in the bar but cover it in a heavy white linen tablecloth, in anticipation of your tossing.

On that note, I'm off to bed. Night!

Ah - a heavy, Damasc table-clorth. Memories of my childhood....