Does it go 'chicken, egg, gift tag' or 'gift tag, egg, chicken'?

It’s beginning to look a bit festive again. Clover Moore has relented and has come to the party and so am I. With chickens. Lots and lots of chickens. After the beach towel debacle of last year, I feel this is finally the perfect marriage of carefully honed consumerism and vague feelings of love/affection/philanthropy.

Or as my sister noted:

“We could get mum a hen and everyone else either a hen or an immunization. Actually, we could probably even get a piglet for mum. What do you think?”

Though a piglet would be nice, it would probably be harder to wrap.

“What are you talking about? You don’t get the piglet, someone in Myanmar does. They probably don’t even wrap it anyway.”

That’s not very festive then.

To be entirely frank I am not a huge fan of World Vision. There are other charities I prefer to donate to and sometimes I think that it can be a bit of a case of style over substance. But then, that’s exactly why I buying the aforementioned chickens to surprise everyone on Christmas day.

Perhaps I’m not a good person after all.

tada!

A dormant blog is a pain. For me, as well as WTDBAD's adoring fans, of whom I know are legion. It's pretty much an admission of guilt on the whole "your blog is an exercise in self obsessed narcissim" as opposed to more other giving, outward forms of narcissim such as brushing your hair.

So to update: continuing to ingratiate self into media empire, expect to woo upper middle management by Wednesday. Enjoying the Sydney summer by sitting in my car with the windows up and listening to bad radio through one speaker. Have found a new coffee place with no boogers but wracked by guilt. Had tuna for lunch. Maybe will have last uni exam tomorrow (another story). Need a haircut.

As you were.