Sunday

Sunday.

Advent Calendar.

Watched part of Fahrenheit 9/11 last night but got so depressed that I had to give up on it. How America can put Bush back for a second term in office beats me.

The dvd player I bought plays mp3 tracks. The computer based tracks have been moved downstairs. Empty hard drives again!

Christmas lights are appearing in the front windows of houses round here and Mrs Bogs is draping bits and pieces over our tree that lives outdoors except at Christmas. This year it has to stay in the hallway. It's too tall for any of the other rooms. As a result no one can get into the house without using a chainsaw.

Just as well I suppose because my attitude towards Christmas as it has become is pretty negative. I offer you an article from The Scotsman's Scotland on Sunday.

It is further proof, if any is needed, that the traditional meaning of a spiritual Christmas is being buried under the avalanche of modern commercialism. That was underlined just a day earlier when it emerged that Madame Tussauds, the world-famous waxworks museum, had cast footballer David Beckham as Joseph and his pop star wife Victoria as Mary in their "interpretation" of the hallowed Christmas nativity scene.

That Romeo had not been cast as the infant Jesus was perhaps the only blessing. The Archbishop of Canterbury's spokesman summed up the tastelessness of the exercise with his bemused response: "Oh dearie, dearie me!"

We are also back to stories about councils which have banned the words "Merry Christmas" from their festive cards for fear of offending the non-Christian sections of an increasingly multi-cultural UK.Jeremy Clarkson.

At last a Jazz Links page that seems to work. I really ought to create one of my own.