Merry Christmas

Ho ho ho, and welcome to the season of indulgence. And various other things too, of course, but from where I half-recline right now, full to bursting of good food and very good wine (if I say so myself, having chosen and imported it double-bubblepack-wrapped quadruple-plastic-bagged and wadded up tightly in my clothes) the indulgence seems most evident.

I wish all my readers a pleasant holiday, in the mode and style of their choice.

What, that's not enough? OK, a weather report: it's +4°C and raining like hell. Bah.

Reading lots, finished Coupland's "jPod" (a work of meretricious beauty, less than the sum of its parts) and now reading Atwood's "The handmaid's tale" (darker, deeper, altogether more interesting, though I strongly suspect that it will not even remotely end with happily ever after).