poliphilo

"Well, I'm here," said my mother, surveying the breakfast table bleakly.

I had vivid dreams last night. Must have been all the carbs. In one of them I was in an alternative reality which had been shaped by a big war in Scandanavia. I was pointing out to people that we hadn't had that war in the reality I came from. They said the place we were in was America but I could see it was England and told them so. "Look, those are 18th century English gravestones," I said.

(If there's one thing I'm an expert on it's gravestones.)

I just read Paris Lees account of her first Christmas after coming out to the world as transgender. Ah families!

My mother and I were watching Victoria Wood's Christmas show from 2000 last night. "What are they supposed to be doing?" she asked in the tone of voice that implies she'd rather be watching people cook or sell antiques to one another. "It's Victoria Wood, I said firmly. "Oh" she replied, feebly- and subsided. I was blowed if I was going to change channels. I like Victoria Wood

Well, I'm here too. Better get on with it....

Merry Christmas everyone.