No…...
It is not the name for the new indoor outer-space recently invented
for the Linton Pub and It is not a renamed Belvedere Room either.
Who
started the insane competition for companies and individuals to
attempt to out-do each other in garish décor?
First
it was trying to consume more electricity in fairy lights than your
neighbour. Down at Yallourn they have to employ someone just to keep
turning the power up and down in a tempo consistent with the blinks
of 183,496,202 (seasonally adjusted) Christmas lights.
Then
the surrounds of bits and pieces of motor car which are alight even
during daylight hours. Then I notice they have also invaded lifts as
well. Are we that starved for entertainment that we can’t even go
thirty seconds without something to arouse our senses. Do we really
need to be bathed in the glow of five eerie colours rotating in
random order while we endeavour to accuse someone else of breaking
wind in an enclosed space?
The
most annoying of all is my computer mouse (which I have to use in
case the donor drops in unexpectedly) which, in the form of a little
Volkswagen, constantly flashes its head and tail lights. Great for
working in the dark but it makes my hand look as though it’s about
to detonate.
I
wait with bated breath for the twinkling Christmas ties to migrate
down to our under garments and change the entire meaning of the word
‘Flashing’.
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