Silly Ol' Xmas

I am a tad behind in my blogging so I’ll start now, posting in order. Okelee-dokelee…

All I wanted for Xmas was my two front teeth to be brushed but I didn’t have the energy, nor to brush all my other teeth, something I’d also wanted to do as part of the ‘all I wanted’ package. As a matter of fact, I had a lengthy afternoon sleep in the spare room at Hissy Kitty’s, at which venue we were for Xmas gormandising. The aforementioned package also contained other desirables – some, like books and d.v.d.s, I received as gifts from family and friends, but the energy I wanted just never arrived in mi socks to thus motivate feet and legs and body, let alone my mind. And I HAVE let alone my mind, as must be obvious to you reading this, and so now that it’s on the mantel permit me description of what also I've recently started displaying there – in other words, my Xmas gifts.

From the most lovely Shantoozy, I acquired a cute 1963 French Charlie Chaplin comic book, ‘Charlot: Charlot au Regiment, et Charlot et les Gangsters'; I can’t read French but I am going to learn, hopefully beginning at university this year. Also, a 1921 French Charlie Chaplin biography, ‘Charlot’ by Louis Delluc (the French filmmaker), but in its 1922 English translation by Hamish Miles, ‘Charlie Chaplin’, so I can start reading it soon; it is a paperback book which its former owner, probably back in the 1920s, promoted via custom-production to a gorgeous-looking hardback with golden embossing. This is a rare book and I have been wanting to read it for a long time; this book was, I believe, the first ever to be a biography of a film personality. Also, ‘The Picture History Of Charlie Chaplin’ by Gerald MacDonald, published in 1965. (Yes, I think that Sir Charles Spencer Chaplin was not exactly a poo-poo head!) Plus, also, she gifted me a copy of ‘Flying High’ (a.k.a. ‘Airplane!’) on digital virtual disc, although it feels quite real to MY tentacle ends.

Other gifts Edels also received include ‘The Goodies: The Tasty Box’ 4-disc d.v.d. box-set (possibly my all-time favourite t.v. show, or tying with a couple of others - it was certainly one of the most amazing events of my life to have met the three legends when they toured last year), an l.p. recording of Harpo Marx playing the harp, a book on the films of that man who wouldn't drink water because fish fuck in it, W. C. Fields, a book of Woody Allen comic strips drawn by Stuart Hample, and one marzipan candy bar by the name of ‘Edel’! Humourously enough, they were mainly all comedian/ comedy related gifts! Someones have been readin’ mi profile here and they learnt I ain’t just a toss-pot.

But wait, there’s more! Two joint gifts to Shantoozy and I were Hissy Kitty’s INSANEly lovely present of a d.v.d.-player with a very eccentric remote-control (to stop a disc simply press the 'KARAOKE' button - what else, dunderhead? - and it's the 'DISPLAY' button, obviously, if you want to shuttle backwards), and Toxic Lash’s lovely present of a copy of her favourite book, Dr. Suess’ ‘Oh, The Places You’ll Go!’

Yes, well, quite a score for this Hobbit-hole dwelling, hedgehoggin’, Womble-like accruer of things. I don’t like to keep what I deem TOO much stuff; just the good stuff, like books and d.v.d.s and music-platters and glittering nic-nacs and good ideas… I think everyone liked their gifts from me, especially since I decided not to go with smacks in the mouth, as the saying goes and I wish it would for good.

I spent the next couple of days recovering from the festivities leading up to silly ol’ Xmas, treating my liver well again 'n' all.