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Shhh!
Do they know it's Christmas?
The best response to a Christmas present came from my youngest, Melanie. As she unwrapped a black roll-neck jumper, she said "Let's get naked, and smoke!"
I'm not sure how my Mum sees me but it became clearer with her present. Trina got us these crackers with wind-up penguins inside them, so we set the drunkards and the penguins off together on the dinner table. They all wobbled and clattered comically together. It felt dissolute, the whole thing, and the little moments of trying not to appear too pissed in front of my daughters. My New Year's Resolution is to drink more port.
Kirsty's brother landed on Christmas Eve stayed overnight, to break his journey to Edinburgh to see his children. He's a conscientious Dad, who's had a couple of good-looking intelligent girlfriends leave him. One of them was his girls' charismatic mother, a sexy, selfish Welsh girl who did Cultural Studies. Several years ago she gave me her copy of Derrida's On Grammatology as a book to laugh at, the Emperor with no clothes in his transparent pomp. I wasn't interested in Derrida; I was trying to preface something else.
Nev's in about as much debt as I am. We stood at the kitchen door while he smoked and swapped tales of debt collectors, bailiffs and artful lying on the phone, when you get trapped into answering it. I said "I don't really worry about these phone calls. I've got this ability to talk for ages, on and on and on, without actually saying anything." "Really? I'd never noticed," said Kirsty. We went out for our tea at the local right-on vegetarian cafe. It's popular with middle class people who like the feeling of safety it gives them, knowing that they'll only ever meet people like themselves.
Tonight I gathered up everything and left Kirsty's after three days' residence and came back to mine. I've now got the enjoyable task of putting the music together for my NYE do. A coal fire, purple fairly lights glistering in the tinsel, and a soundtrack of disco-going-on-house with incomprehensible but transcendentally meaningful refrains chanted by big black men.
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