Tis The Season...

...to be:

• For Leona from X Factor to admit she is a bloke, and Ray to admit he is a woman
• Questioning David Cameron's tactic on calling for an election the minute Gordon Brown comes to power, because it is actually making us visualise the possibility of Cameron being a Prime Minister rather than a jumped up Smiths fan, which is a visualisation just a little bit too far
• Everyone - and anyone - to stop using the word 'mandate', unless it's actually in the context of having a date with a bloke
• For Pop Bitch to name some names
• Admitting that Google will one day soon inherit the Earth
• Cuddling badgers
• Loving mrs househusbandnot for having to hear me say "Have you read the blog" a hundred odd times since the summer
• For someone to design a hybrid car that doesn't look like an egg box
• Fewer articles about women and binge drinking
• Buying the news Secret Machines album, if only because the first track is called 'Alone, Jealous And Stoned'
• Stopping smiling inanely at the postman you've been ignoring all year in the hope that that Amazon package under his arm is for you
• That one mince pie to remind ourselves why we only ever eat one a year (dead flies, bleah)
• More lists
• For Elton John to slip gracefully out of the public eye 1) so we don't have to keep seeing pictures of him looking more and more like an old Cockney barmaid 2) so we don't have to spend any more time thinking about David Furnish
• Peace
• And not blogging...

...I'm off with mrs househusbandnot to Kent tomorrow, and then on to the in laws for Xmas. Will be in touch some time after that. hhn xx

Just as a final sign off before Xmas, and in response to a few comments about me not wishing my readers a Merry One, I thought about it, but thought it would sound pompous. But..happy Xmas dear readers: to Styx and Mrs Styx, to blokeihaventseeninages, to Bad and his family, and The Waunch and Mrs The Waunch, to blokewhohasloadsofjobs and his family, to the bloke in Hawaii, to whoever it is who signs in from Lehmann Brothers so regularly, to everyone in mrs househusbandnot's office who still bothers to read househusbandnot, to Rem Blagger Not Blogger Bartelle, to all the honey badgers of the world, to Jim It Was My Gag About Leona Owen, to Eel man and his wife Y.O.U? and The Elver, to Madame B, and to any other f(*&(er who was sufficiently inquisitive - or just bored enough - to drop in on househusbandnot HQ over the last few months. May your Christmas be full of good cheer, decent presents and suitably few sightings of Jimmy Carr aka I'm Not Funny on your TV. See you soon. x

PS I didn't get that contract I was interviewed for. They gave it to someone who had already worked with them. So a special Xmas fuck you with bells on to them. May they get the communications strategy they deserve.