CHRISTMAS JUMPER DAY!
Not bad enough that it’s Friday 13th, a day when I resist the urge to stay in bed all day just in case (not that I’m superstitious you understand) or even that it’s Mrs D’s birthday, they have to round it off by making it Christmas jumper day.
So today my grandchildren are forced to wear hideous puke inducing knitwear to school – paid for by their parents of course – and will be forced to cough up more money for charity.
Not only that, but the nice birthday lunch I am taking her to will no doubt be spoilt with idiots trying their best to outcunt each other in the enforced jollity stakes.
Not that this in any way just another ploy to make us spend more money so the fat cats can fuck off to the Caribbean for a yuletide break, whilst admiring the empty shelves in their shops. Of course not.
And it’s all for Save the Children. Well, fuck ’em ‘cos nobody ever gave my kids anything for fuck all – accept me.
Nominated by Dioclese




