Greetings of the Season, my dear reader

I was going to wax lyrical about some topic that's hogging all the news agendas but then I had a re-think.
Basically, it's too close to Christmas for me to be too Bah-Humbug.
Mind you, our family will be glad to see the back of 2015. Those who know us well will understand the reasons for this comment.
So, whatever your beliefs, have a fantastic time with your family and/or friends.
For you never know when it will be the last Christmas with one of them.
So, have a good one and rest assured - there wil be plenty for me to moan about next year.
You see, I don't get out much.

Trump, the Chumpion of small-mindedness

You will have heard of the appointment by ISIS of its latest recruitment officer. Donald Chump*, front-runner for the Republican nomination for next year’s American presidential election and owner of the weirdest hairdo in the west, has filled the vacancy. Now don’t get me totally wrong, as I admit to being someone with a challenging hairstyle of my own, but what is this man on? Wanting to stop all Muslims from entering the US of A might be just some political gesturing but it simply goes to show that the man needs help. And quickly. I know he is out to appeal to a particular segment of the American population, namely the lowest common denominator – the white-collar workers. You now the sort – they feel that foreigners are taking all the jobs; they believe in the right to bear arms down at the local supermarket; some of them wear pointy white hats and, perhaps most worryingly of all, they believe Donald Chump would make a good President. But then there were some Germans who believed a Mr A. Hitler would make a good chancellor and some Iraqis that Mr S. Hussain would be a good leader. Let’s all hope that the good people of America see sense next November. This man has to be consigned to the history books. At the back. Near the index.

*Chump - someone who does not understand the basics of life on earth; confused easily; a person who is easy to trick.

I’m an egomaniac – get me out of here 

I have a confession to make. I watch I’m A Celebrity, get me out of here – and I enjoy it. Right, now that’s off my chest I can turn my bullying, sorry, attention, to Lady C.

Even if you haven’t seen one second of this year’s jungle programme you must have heard of HER.

She’s the Germanic-sounding, shameless, rude and foul-mouthed pensioner who feels the whole world, and Tony Hadley, is against her.

Georgie, as she now likes to be known, says she was bullied right through childhood and suffered so much that she swore “no one would ever bully me again”.

She says entrepreneur Duncan Bannatyne, Spandau Ballet frontman Tony Hadley and TV presenter Yvette Fielding started to bully her and it gradually got “worse and worse”.

Now I don’t know much about her background, just what she’s told the Mail on Sunday, but is it just me or are you, my reader, also sick and tired of yet another person who excuses inexcusable behaviour by blaming it all on their upbringing?

I realise that programmes such as Celebrity are edited heavily to make the most impact in the ratings war but I for one got the impression that we may have a case of pot and kettle and that the three rabbits caught in her headlights acted in a very restrained manner.

She believes that viewers will not have seen the true extent of the plotting against her. But then again, they might not have seen the full extent of her bad-mouthing of and downright rudeness to some of her campmates.

It was interesting that it was only the oldies who grated on her and reacted – not the youngsters. But then maybe that was because the youngsters in camp just decided to keep their heads down. After all, they’d probably read worse on their Twotter account or Friendbook page.

Mind you, Georgie does seem to have a heart. She told the MoS: “I don't care who people are and where they come from. In fact, years ago, I proposed my mechanic for the Royal Enclosure in Ascot."

What a lady.