Fuck your festive favourite

Festive musak stanks the air as every shop in town will tear the soul from Christmas. Just beware, your cash is disappearing. The crass melodic strain of Wings, where Paul McCartney duly sings of wonder times and Christmas things, my ire is reappearing! Wizards pervert song with kids invades my senses. God forbid he’s on…

Festive musak stanks the air as every shop in town will tear the soul from Christmas. Just beware, your cash is disappearing.

The crass melodic strain of Wings, where Paul McCartney duly sings of wonder times and Christmas things, my ire is reappearing!

Wizards pervert song with kids invades my senses. God forbid he’s on a list of those who did the dirty! Watch the hearing!

While Jonah Lewis stops fuck all. The death of Christmas haunts us all, like zombies heading towards the mall, big tech is interfering

My last hurrah, I hide in vain to block out Wham’s incessant reign of clever words but they remain my favourite, they’re endearing

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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