Ho ho ho, maiiiiry Christmas, MAIIIIRRY CHRISTMAS! Not really though, because this is my humble urge to you all to spare a thought for those less fortunate than yourselves. Yes, those of us who are working on Christmas day. As Sunny gets anally probed on the US border and you are stuffing your Turkey, I’ll have my finger up someone’s bottom. Yes, such are the joys of a 14 hour colorectal Christmas shift (here’s the colorectal surgeon song, for those what is interested). I will be wearing my Santa hat and red scrubs and I’ll carry a big sack full of organs for the good little boys and girls.
This post is really a poor excuse to say hello. I hope that, despite my hiatus, I will be a more frequent visitor than that other fabled children’s fairytale figure that drops in from up above every Christmas, Jesus. I know that my absence has hardly registered, but I’ve missed my Pickled Pals. I have been reading as often as I can, but whenever I feel I have a few minutes to blog, Sunny has normally got to the topic first!
And while I’m here, hell, if Sunny can tootle his own horn (he had ribs removed), then so can I. If only to demonstrate why you should be reading Pickled Politics RELIGIOUSLY. A little while ago I won the Guardian Student Media Award for Diversity Writer of the Year, predominantly for that old Apu piece; I was runner-up in the Columnist of the Year and nominated for Feature Writer of the Year. It seems, inexplicably, that the Guardian likes Sunny and myself. This, in my humble opinion, is more than ample evidence to support those who think the Guardian is tosh. Ah crap I have to be at work in 7 hours. Anyone else working today?
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