Done your Christmas shopping yet?

Have you? Thought not. Take my advice and get it done now or you'll regret it.

Last year's bitter experience hunting down presents for family, friends and a girl I'd all but given up hope on rekindling a waning relationship with was a stress inducing daymare I'd not willingly repeat.

A Christmas Eve Eve (Dec 23rd) shop, even in the most parochial, provincial enclave of the sleepy South can and will turn into the Rape of Nanking.

November 2009 was my Gordon Comstock Month

Almost exclusively:

get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up, go to work...

Hence next to no Wine Gums and Poppycock.

More this month, I swear.