Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Those of you who bet on Tuesday, December 19 as this year’s date by which Ol’ Robbo could no longer stand listening to the endless stream of Christmas musick on the local classickal station may now go to the window and collect your winnings.

Apart from the fact that it’s still Advent and not Christmas, there simply is a limit to the number of different arrangements of “The Holly and the Ivy”, “Oh, Holy Night”, and the Schubert “Ave, Maria” that Ol’ Robbo can stand listening to before he is overwhelmed with the urge to find a sharpened screwdriver and puncture his own eardrums.

I am also again deeply embittered by the foreknowledge that, come midnight on December 25, the Christmas playlist will stop dead.  Christmas will be dead and gone. It’s won’t be pinin’ for the fjords! It’ll be passed on! This sacred holiday will be no more! It will have ceased to be! It’ll have expired and gone to meet ‘is maker! It’ll be a stiff! Bereft of life, restin’ in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘it to the metaphorical perch ‘it’d be pushing up the daisies! It’s metabolic processes will be ‘istory! It’ll be off the twig! It’ll have kicked the bucket, It’ll have shuffled off it’s mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisible!! THIS WILL BE AN EX-HOLIDAY!!

**Quickly takes a swig of port**

I know, I know….I should be grateful that a publick radio station even plays such blatantly Christian musick in the first place and that it dares to acknowledge such a triggering hate concept as “the Christmas Spirit”.

But still.

I usually leave the radio on all day down to the office.  Today, there was only silence.  Tomorrow I must remember to toss a fist-full of CD’s into my briefcase before heading out.

By the bye, I see on their website that the station is doing one of those What Classical Composer Are You quiz things.  I got Mozart:

You are Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. You epitomize the work hard-play hard philosophy. You excel in your chosen field through a combination of exceptional talent and crazy hard work. (People have probably had to force you to take a vacation more than once.) Yet, you’re also the life of the party wherever you go – you’ve got a great sense of humor and a distinct sense of style. While this means you can occasionally come off as a bit stuck-up or irresponsible, pretty much everyone wants to be your friend.

I must say, quite frankly, that this is completely and utterly wrong.  I am none of these things (apart from the coming off as a bit stuck-up bit).  And I can’t quite figure out from the questions and responses posed how it came up with the suggestion that I am.

But what do I know?  If it’s on the innertoobs,  it must be true, amirite?