YAHTZEE'S
CHRISTMAS WISHLIST
Ah,
Christmas. Once a Christian celebration of the
birth of Christ. Now a shamelessly capitalistic
holiday where the big corporations bleed money
from the workers so their managing directors can
buy each other Ferraris while we buy boxes of
chocolates and necklaces that make your neck turn
green for each other.
On
the other hand, it's when people give me shit,
and that's always welcome!
So
here's my Christmas wish list. I doubt anyone
will buy me these things, but there's always the
chance, in the same way that there's always the
chance that I will be kidnapped by alien love
gardeners who want me to explain the difference
between banks and building societies.
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Writer's Handbook
2003
Last year I had the
Writers' and Artists' Yearbook, so this
year it's the Writer's Handbook. More of
a symbolic gift, I suppose, but they do
contain very helpful lists of novel
publishers. I can't start sending out
Articulate Jim until certain gastronomic
elves are finished proofreading, but one
should always look ahead, as the
Vietnamese soldier said to his friend as
he disappeared into a concealed spike
trap.
This present also has the
singular honour of being the only thing I
know for sure my parents are getting me.
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Gandalf Jigsaw
Oh ho ho, these are so
cool. You've got an upright wire and a
load of discs to put on the wire, and you
have to work out in what order to put the
discs on to make a 3D sculpture of
Gandalf. Me, I just want it so I can
construct the puzzle except the top of
his head, then put a small mound of
frozen prawns on top and run around
showing it to people going 'Look! Look!
It's Gandalf's brain!'
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Downs Syndrome
Winnie the Pooh
The minute I saw this in a
catalogue I just fell about. It's so
brave of Disney to introduce stuffed toys
that represent serious illnesses in order
to educate the little kiddies. Me, I just
want this so I can make my very own
'Victorian Sanitarium' playset. Downs
Syndrome Pooh will be kept perpetually in
a bleak little cardboard cell, bullied by
Doctor Action Man and Nurse Princess
Leia, occasionally brought out to be
brutally hosed down with cold water every
week. I'm thinking of sending it to
Hasbro.
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McCulloch Mac Cat
335 Petrol Chainsaw
This one's a no-brainer,
really.
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PDP100 Duck
Popcorn Maker
Actually I don't really
want this, I just wanted to show you it,
as this is the most disgusting popcorn
maker I have ever seen. Actually this
might be good for my Victorian Sanitarium
playset. He could be the weak-stomached
young doctor who keeps throwing up when
they bring in Downs Syndrome Pooh for
more experimental brain surgery. Hey, I
guess I can work Prawn Brain Gandalf into
this as well.
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And that concludes my wish list.
But remember the true meaning of Christmas, kids
- to get ratarsed on cheap plonk and stuff
yourself with mixed nuts in front of The Great
Escape.
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