Bastards

When I got in to work this morning, the office had been done out in bloody silvery streamers and so on. Apparently this is “festive”, as opposed to the correct word, which is “tacky”. Bah Humbug.

It also appears that my colleagues may have got the impression I’m not a fan of the Festering Season. Where they’d have picked up this idea is anyone’s guess. *cough* So the rotten bastards have used my desk as a nexus for all that’s tinselly and tatty.

I hereby predict it won’t be long before there is either a) a *cough* fire-test to see if the tinselly crap is fire-retardant, or b) some kind of accident where the area around my desk suddenly becomes rather clearer of twinkly tat than it is now…