I was wondering what December 25th will represent in about 40yrs time. Will it still represent what it represents now? I have a vision of what we know as the ‘Festive Season’ could be like if current trends continue.
It’s 2056 & Mr & Mr Joe & John Smith-Jones, who’ve been married for a few years prepare for the festive season. They’ve had a happy marriage & the only time they squabbled was when deciding if they should be known as Mr & Mr Smith-Jones or Mr & Mr Jones-Smith. They compromised by agreeing that Joes’ surname (Smith) would go first & John would have first call on naming the dog. They had planned to have children but were unable to adopt as Joe once smoked a cigarette behind the school shed, it was only the one but that was enough as heaven knows how many children he killed with the 2nd, 3rd & 4th hand smoke that came from that one cigarette. Fostering was out of the question as John had an unacceptable BMI and was, at 9stone (dripping wet), considered ‘obese’. They’d considered using the syringe method with their hard up female neighbour (again) but after the last turn out that was also off the agenda. They couldn’t decide who would fill the syringe up so they both had a go & the results were dreadful. The poor kid turned out heterosexual, homosexual, bi-sexual, an absolute nightmare to clothe so the neighbour kept it. She got a nice few quid in extra benefits as Social Workers decided she needed extra help to cope with a child that was totally gender confused. The mum added ‘AHD’ to the mix for good measure. I digress so back to the festive season.
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Joe & John were a couple that were very much ‘out there’. They kept up with all the latest PC trends & followed all the advice on healthy eating & healthy living. The advice given on the ‘elf ‘n safety website was followed to the letter. ‘ooman rights also played a big part in their lives & they were helping the cause of a local gay pygmy that had been threatened with deportation. He’d entered the country illegally, by hiding in someones weekend bag, but he should be allowed the right to remain here as he’d bonded with the local tom cat. They had a few like minded friends but, sadly, they were unable to join them over the festive period as they would be busy protesting about people who were still going ahead with celebrations for something called ‘Christmas’. Christmas was sooooo ’20th century’ & should remained banned. I mean, surely the big cathedrals such as St Pauls & Canterbury were much better now they’re being used as food banks. Mind you, after Buck Palace had a £3zillion facelift (courtesy of Joe Public), lots of people think it’s just fab now the place is being used to house refugees until they can jump the queue for a council house. You’d have thought that with all the ghettos created by Councils they’d be plenty of room for everyone but, as they didn’t build any more houses, supplies are running short I suppose. We shouldn’t blame the Councils, how were they to know that all the refugees & Asylum Seekers they housed back during the first 25yrs of the 21st century, would go on to have 15 kids apiece – all of which grew up & needed housing – which they got. I digress.
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Joe & John were thinking who they could share the festive season with. No point asking the hard up neighbour, she was on that ‘work for your benefits’ scheme so she’d be working, flat out, for one of the many companies that have signed up to the scheme. These companies are so pleased to be able to help – even if it did mean using the occasional severely disabled person, who had ESA turned down, to do some work for them, albeit without pay. Most of the people were ok, they had Phd’s and stuff; shame they couldn’t get a proper job but filling their shelves etc gives ’em a bit of work experience & at least they’re doing something for their benefits. I still find it strange that people with a surname that can be easily pronounced get less than people with a foreign sounding surname. The DWP were going to apply this system to first names but as 80% of British males are now called ‘Mohammed’ they thought better of it. Who’d have thought that name would be top of the most popular names list for about 30yrs in a row! Good job there’s not many devil worshippers in the UK – we’d have a zillion ‘Beelzebubs’ walking the streets! I digress.
With the hard up neighbour off the list Joe & John thought about Mrs & Mrs Zoe & Mel Watson-Green. They didn’t argue whose surname would come first, they were too busy ruining the local baker by taking him to court for not making the bridge rolls (for the wedding reception) in the shape of a vibrator. Zoe & Mel were a nice(ish) couple, their first two kids were a bit of a mish mash but when you go for a BOGOF down the local sperm bank what can you expect? For their third child they decided to approach the window cleaner. He was heterosexual but any port in a storm. He had a ball with the pair of ’em although they just laid there, holding hands very tightly & focused on the possible outcome. They decided it was better if they both ‘went through it’ as they felt it would create an even deeper bond between them. The window cleaner just thought it was a better way to spend the day than putting up scaffolding so he could clean ground floor windows. 9 months later ‘Barbie’ appeared. It was a boy but they thought a name like ‘Barbie’ would be ideal because if the child decided he really was a boy, & wanted to be a boy, the name ‘Barbie’ sounds like the American version of ‘Bobby’. Sorted! They seemed to tick all the boxes. They only drank herbal tea & mineral water, they only ate orgasmic stuff, they jogged every day (matching jogging outfits, the customary bottle of water & headphones). Both were pure vegans. One of the kids once held a stick of celery in the same way as someone would hold a cigarette – 6 months rehab sorted that out. I don’t know what the rehabilitation involved but I think it used to be called a ‘lobotomy’. The other kid, a girl, was great as she was also ‘out there’ & was saving up for a bionic penis. The boy was a bit of an enigma. He flatly refused to wear that lovely pink dress & played, horror of horrors, football! My days, whatever next? A partner of the opposite sex? Gasp! Joe & John would have to suffer him unless ‘that boy of theirs’ decided to go underground for the festive season & go to one of those places where people hide so they can have a smoke & a drink & eat crisps. Totally offensive & unacceptable! Those sort of people think nothing of breaking the law & have no respect for it.
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Right, guest list sorted for Joe & John. Just the ‘nibbles’, pre dinner drinks & main meal to organise. Not a hard call. Celery & carrot sticks & seeds will suffice for the nibbles. Mineral water for the pre dinner drinks. A medley of quorn burgers/sausages, tofu served 3 ways (not that it matters what way you serve it – it’s vile whatever way), & steamed orgasmic veggies for main. Dessert will be a delight of organic fruit (no grapes/bananas though – gotta bitta sugar in them) topped with unsweetened goats milk. The evening will be spent watching news reports of the battle still waging between the self-righteous & the renegades who are desperately clinging onto the life they had before the PC brigade, the anti-smoking & drinking mob, the health police, the UN, the WHO, the UNHCR, BigPharma. the loony left & the scraggy remains of what was once known as the EU.
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