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Post-Turkey Coma

December 26, 2008 · 5 Comments

Sigmund had a fairly spartan Christmas this year. Moderation and treating it like a normal day was the name of the game. Just in case you were wondering our restraint had nothing to do with the Big Bad Credit Crunch. We just thought that chilling at the spa, hanging out with mates and cooking healthy was the best bet this time round. But for those of you who did pig out on roast pheasant, gateaux and lasagne, I dedicate this spot-on entry from The Encyclopedia of Guilty Pleasures. Enjoy you greedy guzzlers. I hope you find it painfully familiar. And please remember to be SUSTAINABLE in 2009!

Post-Turkey Coma

This is the true meaning of Christmas: senses dulled by a combination of Baileys Irish Cream and the deepest blood-sugar crash you’ve experienced in exactly 365 days, you slump on a sofa at the epicentre of a noxious fug of your own making while allowing piss-poor, lowest common denominator bland-u-tainment to invade your optic nerve and numb your already crippled synapses into submission. Forget all that Scrooge rubbish; peering over a painfully distended, poultry-packed belly at a thirty-two inch cathode ray tube full of leering idiots is what yuletide is all about.

SIGMUND WISHES THE DOZEN-OR-SO READERS OF HIS BLOG A SUSTAINABLE NEW YEAR!

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