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Tuesday, 8 December 2009

A Christmas Carol, The story according to Juliette.

Juliette's modern day version.

Here is a snippet from this wonderful tale. A tad depressing, but fun all the same.

'Merry Christmas, Bob Cratchit! Here's five guineas for your Christmas dinner - and don't worry about coming in to work till the twenty-eighth!'

'Oh thank you, Mr Scrooge! Merry Christmas to you too, sir!'

Ebenezer Scrooge left his office and started walking down the picturesque snowbound streets, whistling Jingle Bells.

God, he loved Christmas.

Pausing only to stop off at Asda for some emergency supplies of sugared almonds and chocolate liquers - and throw coins into the hat of some rosy-cheeked carol singers - he walked back home.
Then he froze in his tracks. For, as he unlocked his front door, the knocker suddenly turned into a ghastly and horrible face. The terrifying likeness of Bruce Forsyth, presenting a Christmas Come Dancing Festive Special.
Go on, have a giggle at the whole story

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