CHRISTMAS 2017 IN LOWTOWN

I rather like to think at this festive time, all around our jolly old globe, where Christmas celebrations take place, such scenes of affability are being shared. In this particular case a certain hound (no names, no dog tags) and a suitably replete old poop are paying attention to a game of 'cracket' being beamed from the Antipodes and more precisely Melbourne.

One viewer (not me) is in his familiar upside down viewing position, gives a sniff as yet another batsman plays all around a ball and watches his 'castle' obey the laws of gravity, and tumble on to the 'track.'

'Coo, that was all rather odd guv.'

'Yes well, there are times when I wonder if watching such events are good for ones desire to remain merry and such.'

'Times old poop?'

I look at my viewing pal, and wonder if he's bothered by the fall of another English wicket, or whether nationality is but the making of man? I decide, now is not the time for such a chat. Crumbs the prospect of 'Brexit' may even raise its 'ghostly' head!

'By times Bing, I mean the ashes are at this very moment being neatly packed and made ready to pop in the post to the Aussies.'

The lad wrinkles his hooter of renown, and after a slight pause rests his chin on the arm rest of the couch.

'These ashes guv are they a special snack?'

'Fortunately they are not Bing.'

'So why the fuss?'

'Well, the Ashes are a trophy that passes between England and Australia when one or the other wins the test series.'

Again I wait while this new fact is filed into the noble mind in the section marked 'NON SNACKS......AND SUCH.'

'Well kindly old gent, on the subject of snacks......' 

'Yes?'

'Speaking as a non-Auntipoodlian, this here chap could manage a snack or three.'

Wandering back from the kitchen with a coffee for me and a few snacks for Bing, I'm greeted with.......

'I've given this lot a sniff and they are apparently not noshable.'

'Well, Biblically speaking Bing, I think we are some way from edible Nativities.'

'If you say so guv.'

'Oh, I do, I do, I do, I do.................I do.'

Of course folks, it has to be a special day when, well timed snacks are produced at such a moment, thus, taking a certain inquiring lads mind off matters of a seasonal and theological note.

It has of course been said before, but let us remember at this time, and from this particular corner of Epping Forest........The Only Way is Ethics.'

(And such.)

Don't you dare forget......the lad is available virtually worldwide in print and electronically thanks to the wonderful
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Loads of lovely revues on Amazon......and let's face it when it comes to snacks.....Bing is the chap......and so forth.

HAVE A SPLENDID 2018 FOLKS FROM ALL THE CROWD IN LOWTOWN!