I facking hope it isn't! I want to be lied to by cliff richard thank you very much. This life is facking miserable enough throughout the year - I don't need reminding on the one day where I can try and forget, thank you very much, Malcolm.
Take your public conscience thing and shove it up your jacksy. I want sleigh bells, I want snow, I want mind blowing ignorance - I never thought i'd say this but all of a sudden mistletoe and wine has become a winner. See how things can backfire?
I know that there is suffering/famine/war - when you have the mental makeup that I possess you carry the sins of the world on your weary shoulders day in and day out - you're not taking the 25th of bastard december away from me you miserable scot! Keep your 'living for the now' philosophy under your kilt.
*So strongly do I feel about this that I have left my sick bed to vent my anger - runs off to buy every copy of whoever the x factor winner is - more backfiring...facking Malcolm Middleton - fuck it, I hate you.
I'm all for the underdogs winning but not when the grim reaper is riding them!