Tales Of The Gurrier

Driving through the filthy city as is my cross to bear sensing the approaching Christmas in the air lingering out there on the edges waiting for me. A pyschic head mashing juggernaut coming down your brain-chimney like a bastard Jesus screaming for presents. Drunk on pressie buyer’s remorse and whiskey pies the fuckers are all over the road driving like maniacs, cars filled to brimming with electronic gizmos beeping and farting, PSPs, CDs iPods, Xboxes, 3G enabled, bluetooth spouting, wified up banshee boxes with eight million ringtones and every one sounds like Satan shitting out brain damaged cats. Two of the bastards have come a hair from killing me this week, fraught drivers not santies. They are all santies to their mewling child spawn hanging out of them wailing for xboxen and crazy frog dollies. Ploughing sightlessly down the road with giant lumps of dead tree strapped to the top of their Ford Focus’. Eyes unfocussed, glassy, indigestion and booze keeping them from thoughts of the imminent arrival of debt collectors come to gnaw off their thumbs.

Within the dark beating heart of the city itself dancing Santies abound, eyes filled with mournful desperate looks endlessly pleading with their gurning mugs for just one more frantic haggard parent to stumble inside and molest their plastic Jesus visas one last time before the magnetic strip melts off from shoving it into those little devil readers to suck more cash you don’t have out of an account you never want to see again. Your ass is owned Mammon Mammies. Hunkered down in HMV rubbing smoking credit cards together like demented boyscouts trying to raise up the gods of the credit card juju. “Just one more go, one more pressie, one more time around. Momma needs a brand new bag lets go!”

Welcome Dubliners, welcome to the Christmas of Fear.

We are all trapped here together until the end, can you feel it?

Can you hear the Christmas coming?

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