Every week I write and article for the Euro Weekly News, an English-speaking newspaper covering all the major resorts of Spain and the Balearics. You can pick up a copy on a Thursday ... or read it here every week. |
Thursday 29 November 2007
Even earlier this year, in typical 'grab all' fashion, we find ourselves bashed badgered and brainwashed with the toy purveyor's annual quest to ensure their own bottomless money pits are yet again stuffed to overflowing. Once again our youngest and dearest are turning glassy eyed from the veritable Aladdin's cave of goods, dangled before them from a frightening array of tinseled manic media outlets The only thing that has changed, with its usual monotonous regularity, are the prices. This year they are even more exorbitant than ever. I mean it's a joke isn't it? The problem is the joke is literally at our expense. My dynamic duo has just picked out their 'most wanted'. These three items alone (doubled of course) come to 900euro's! Give us a break. As per usual, I can't help thinking of the presents we received in 'my day'. During our wartime evacuation, for at least three Christmases, my main present was a wooden vehicle carved and assembled by the German prisoners of war in a nearby camp. And do you know something? We were every bit as happy with these lowly offerings as they are with the veritable glut of electronic wizardry and gadgets available in this day and age. This line of thought did however lead me to muse as to how today's 'diddums' would moan to their particular offspring's when it became their turn to 'dig deep' at Yuletide. We cast you forward now to Christmas 2025. Your little Johnny, now of parental 'dolling out' age is bewailing the price of presents for his own little treasures. 'I don't know, in my day we had to make do with play stations, electronically controlled vehicles and designer footwear. Why I can remember my favorite gift back in 2007 was an IPod that only held 20,000 pieces of music. ('No, really Dad?'). 'And do you know something?' ('No Dad, tell us') 'Despite your Hologram Party Kits. Trips to 'Moon Mc Donald's' and Anti Gravity footwear - which at a million euros a pair this year are simply out of the question - we were perfectly happy with what we had. Ruined these days that's what you are'. 'Gee Dad that must have been awful. Does this mean the Mars cruise is off this year?' 'Aw Dad, come on Dad, it's only once a year, Santa's gonna be there, don't be an old killjoy'...... Never gonna end is it' All together now 'Away in a manger no crib for a bed, the little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head'..... And he was happy with a bit of Frankincense and Myrrh! Those three wise Reina's really do have a lot to answer for! Despite all that, the technology of this day and age can sometimes take yer breath away. Twenty five million individual's personal data on two small CD's. A frightening fact in itself. And what happens to these tiny examples of today's hi tech. miracles?' They get lost in the post! Pathetic isn't it? The same week, the totally inept and positively dangerous British government, announced that around 500,000 immigrants entered the UK last year. But, they brightly inform us, it's not quite so bad because some 50,000 people left. (Big deal!). Yes they probably did, but you notice they didn't mention those leaving were also immigrants - because they weren't. The majority of those who left for good were born and bred Brits, who simply can't stand, or indeed put up with the sorry, depressing and anti English state their country has been allowed to become. I meet them every day, either taking up residence in Spain or en-route to other destinations, never to return. The whole country is slowly but surly attaining a population transplant. A great nation of proud and patriotic people, lost and gone forever. And I personally think the politicians should swing for it. Keep yer tinder dry. Keep on asking the questions and whatever ya do..... Always keep the faith. Love Leapy |
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