Last Christmas, I
This year I saved myself from tears, for now, by the skin of my teeth last night.
What I mean by that, is that after being whammed walking past a pub last Christmas Eve, I escaped a different pub last night just before the dreaded song was played.
It was a dark night, I was in a boozer with some of the people I'll be working with for the next few weeks. The company manager's usual boozer of choice when he's in this town. We had attended this very place many times last December & it was Wham! free.
All of a sudden, a Christmas song. It was Mariah Carey.
Inexplicably, there was a crescendissimo.
Why this new development? The landlady was the same as last year, has she lost her marbles since then? Or were the newer batstaff involved?
"🤬 this." I said, finishing my drink.
"Christmas tunes." I mouthed, as I walked out the door.
Around 5 minutes later, the group found me in the pub opposite.
Company manager says "there was no need for that". He was referring to the music, not my walkout.
"It was a mash-up or something & just after you left, bloody
George Michael piped in with that other one so 🤬 it we've followed you over here."
One of the colleagues I was with is my ex Mrs. She was my current Mrs during GTP vs. Wham! 2014 & was one of the 3 people I told about this last year.
She didn't mention anything about whamming when this all took place last night, has she forgotten about our quest to keep our ears free from filthy dross?
What will the final weeks of the year have in store?
I no longer feel safe anywhere.
UPDATE:
Half watching The Simpsons on Channel 4 but not paying full attention, muted the adverts, saw Mr Lemon, it was a Carphone Warehouse advert.
I'm not going to make it, there'll no doubt be TV on during breaks at work & I can't possibly avoid all the pubs.
Outside of my 30 seconds of torture last year, I must have been really lucky.