Apparently, Christmastime is the time you show your local librarian how much you care for them by giving them large tins of biscuits that you got last year and didn't want. Have YOU dug out a dented, family tin of Rover biscuits for the one who brings the gift of literature into your life for two-weekly intervals? No? What's keeping you?! Librarians have feelings too, you know!
In other news, I'm unemployed from tomorrow on. First person who asks me what I'm planning on doing next gets dirt in their eye. And my fist.
Here is a picture of a Christmas morgue for you. Okay, it's not specifically a Christmas morgue. You fucking pedant.
It's a special Christmas message from M.Meryon et moi: you too will die, you mad, syphilitic buggers.