7 Reasons

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  • 7 Reasons to Send a Christmas Card

    7 Reasons to Send a Christmas Card

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    1.  Self promotion.  Every year, Michael Winner sends out a Christmas card that promotes him, his books and his television show.  He’ll send it to any of the readers of his Winner’s Dinners column in the Sunday Times who send him their address.  Would you want Michael Winner to have your address?  What if he came to visit?  What if he told you to “calm down, dear”?  The best case scenario is that you’ll get something with a picture of Michael Winner on it.  Repeatedly having your middle-toe hit with a hammer is a better case scenario than that.

    2.  Comedy. If you send a  Christmas card without a stamp on, your friend may be forced to go miles to his local post office to pay for the postage.  When he phones up to complain, you can tell him that you’ll reimburse him for the amount he was charged, and send him a cheque  in an envelope without a stamp on it, forcing him to go back to the post office and pay the excess postage once more.  This actually happened to a friend of mine.  I was the culprit.  The following year I sent him a CD in a box large enough to accommodate an average-sized refrigerator, knowing he would be out at the time of delivery, forcing him to go back to the post office once more.  I am a bad man.

    3.  Cheque. You might want to send a cheque as a Christmas present, and what better place to put it than inside a Christmas card?  As you slide the cheque into the card, you can imagine the recipient’s beaming face as they gratefully receive their gift.  Obviously, this is not what happens in the real world.  The standard reaction to receiving a cheque is to stare at it blankly for several seconds before exclaiming “A cheque!  What is this, the dark ages?”  The recipient, used to the wonder that is internet banking, will have to go into town and trudge round for ages, attempting to find a branch of their bank that hasn’t closed down.  It will probably rain on them while they’re doing this.  They will be cold, they will be wet, they will be tired, they will complain about the experience on the internet.  They will not be grateful.

    4.  Handwriting. A Christmas card is your annual opportunity to handwrite something.  It’s surprising how hard it is when you’re out of practice, and it’s surprising how tired your hand gets.  My cards look like they were written by a messy child when I start them, and a messy child’s dog by the time I finish.

    5.  Newsletter. Unbelievably, there are people out there who don’t have blogs.  These people will sometimes try to impart a whole years worth of family news in a newsletter contained within the Christmas card.  These soporific missives usually contain tedious accounts of the summer holiday in Bermuda, Trevor’s hectic year at the office (who knew there was so much to write about human resources?) and Melanie’s second year at Bath (minus all of the interesting bits, as she hasn’t passed those on to her parents).   You can send your own newsletter in a card too, containing your description of how you invented the iPob (a portable device to store and play classic children’s television programmes), a torrid account of your affair with Jennifer Aniston and some pictures from your holiday on the moon.  You can write anything you want in a newsletter, no one reads them.

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    6.  Protest. When you send a Christmas card you can use a special Christmas stamp without a picture of the Queen on it.  Replacing The Queen with a reindeer is one in the eye for the oppressive monarchical hierarchy, and it would also give Prince Philip somewhere to hang his hat.

    7.  It’s nice. Obviously there are some sad, lonely people out there who might not expect to receive any Christmas cards.  It’s not nice to think of anyone not receiving a card so it’s heartening to remember that Jan Moir can actually go out and post a Christmas card to herself.

  • 7 Reasons to Run Away and Change Your Name

    7 Reasons to Run Away and Change Your Name

    1.  The CIA. You are the co-author of a British-based humour website which gets an alarming number of page hits from readers in Arlington, Virginia (the home of the CIA).  This scares you.

    2.  A Fable. Your name is Alan Lupus.  You live in a small, unremarkable seaside town in a semi-detached house on the cliff-top.  You have formerly had many close friends and been on good terms with your neighbours.  For the last three weeks, however, you have been plagued by a recurring vision that seems to you to be completely real.  You have seen it several times, all at different times of day.  You look out from your living room window and see that a large, heavy buoy has broken free from its chains near the harbour entrance and, floating around unsecured, is causing a danger to shipping.  Every time this apparition has appeared, you have frantically roused your friends and neighbours who have rushed down to the harbour to secure the buoy and prevent catastrophe.  On all of these occasions they arrive to find that the buoy is safely moored outside the harbour entrance and everything is normal.  Your behaviour has caused such a stir that the story has been printed in the local paper and the townsfolk have now begun to point at you in the street.  You are being persecuted by your neighbours and former friends.  You have brought shame on your family and, thanks to the story in the local paper going viral on the internet, you are notorious.  You realise that your only hope of leading a normal life again is to run away and change your name.  You are the Wolf who cried “buoy”.

    3.  Superb Pseudonym. You have devised the alias Fernando Manchega.  Pleased as punch with your own cleverness at having devised a non-de-guerre that contains elements of your own name and one of your favourite cheeses, you run away to start a new life in Belize taking your wife, Mrs Manchega, and your cat, Ignatio Peregrine Constantine Manchega, for company.  You are confident that no one will be able to track you down.

    4.  Jordan. Having been introduced to Katie Price you have unaccountably made a good impression.  She is now pursuing you with amorous intent.  Run man, run!

    5.  You Have A Dream. Your name is The Great Alfonso.  Your father is a circus strongman and your mother is a bearded lady.  You have been born into the circus business and your parents are adamant that it is your calling.  Since childhood, however, you have harboured a secret ambition and, in the twenty years that you have been a circus performer, this dream has begun to haunt you more and more.  You have now reached the stage that you find circus life unbearable.  You realise that, for the sake of your sanity, you must act to fulfil your desire.  You run away to join the accountancy firm of Baker, Foot and Slee.

    6.  You are rightly reviled. You are Jan Moir.

    7.  Sex. You are a trusted and long established Member of Parliament.  The publication in the News of the World of your sexual peccadilloes (which make the previous week’s headline that involved a rocking chair, a gymnast and a spotted-winged fruit bat seem tame,) have caused a hubbub in The House, a furore in Fleet Street and a hullabaloo in your home.  Your constituents are appalled, your colleagues are outraged and your wife is murderous.  You may have earned the admiration of contortionists and broccoli farmers everywhere but this is not enough to save your career or your reputation.  It is time to run away and change your name.