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What I Did On My Holidays, 2017-2018, Day 1
We arrived in Perth, then, early Sunday morning on Christmas eve. The flights were actually fine and we were all weirdly awake for the next leg. Smelling of meatballs[1] and with my brave troopers behind me, I greeted the Hindles … Continue reading
Interlude: Christmas Shoppin’
Not a lot to report again. Last night’s Westworld marathon was brilliant[1], with an amazing dinner of jugged hare that Mr. BRKN shot (with a bow!) in the field in front of our house in our front yard, for the … Continue reading
Post-Christmas Warm Down
Well, been a busy Christmas season. Lots of good food, excellent company, brilliant presents … just not much in the way of spare time. I ran out of pre-written blog posts so sat down on Saturday and scribbled out a … Continue reading
Phoning it in, Part 2
This time, I looked away from the television – although I was loath to break eye-contact with whatever-it-was happening in front of it – and looked sceptically at the phone in my hand. “Why are you on the telephone and … Continue reading
Phoning it in, Part 1
I looked up sceptically at the tree. It wasn’t a fir tree, or a pine tree, or any of the other sorts of trees that one would normally associate with Christmas. It wasn’t even a pear tree, with an amusingly-placed … Continue reading
Murder most foul, part 18
We awakened, slowly and painfully, to find ourselves in a corridor. I should mention right off the bat that I can’t say much about what just happened. Sorry to disappoint you. The month or so leading up to Christmas, after … Continue reading
Murder most foul, Part 13
Ian the Reindeer somehow managed to look perfectly at home in a tacky Mexican restaurant, even though nothing about either Ian or the restaurant intersected thematically at any point. There was just something about the awful existential weariness of him, … Continue reading
The Tenth Reindeer
Everybody knows Rudolph, with his amazing fog-piercing nose. The other reindeer, shallow and vindictive as they were, also earned their places in the stories by redeeming themselves, admitting their mistakes and accepting Rudolph into their midst. Dancer, Vixen and Prancer, … Continue reading
Let’s Ride
In the grey mist of slo-time the team of reindeer jingled and jostled, their great splayed hooves thumping on the banks of nothing-in-particular as they charged through the air, splashing it about as though they were running across a frozen … Continue reading
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