Gas Bill
The bill for gassing, that is. The last one for the year.
Because, yes, ‘tis time to remind patrons that this rickety barge, on whose seating your arses rest, is kept afloat by the kindness of strangers. If you’d like to help it remain buoyant a while longer, and remain ad-free, there are buttons in the sidebar with which to monetise any love. Debit and credit cards are accepted. For those wishing to express their love regularly, there’s a monthly subscription option top left. And if one-click haste is called for, my PalPay.Me page can be found here. Additionally, any Amazon UK shopping done via this link or the search widget top right, or for Amazon US via this link, results in a small fee for your host at no extra cost to you.
So shop ye. Shop ye like the wind.
For newcomers wishing to know more about what’s been going on here for the last decade and a half, in over 3,000 posts and over 130,000 comments, the reheated series is a pretty good place to start – in particular, the end-of-year-summaries, which convey the fullest flavour of what it is we do. A sort of blog concentrate. If you like what you find there… well, there’s lots more of that.
If you can, do take a moment to poke through the discussion threads too. The posts are intended as starting points, not full stops, and the comments are where much of the good stuff is waiting to be found. And do please join in.
As always, thanks for the support, the comments, and the company.
Now share ye links and bicker.
Thank you, David. *hits tip jar*
Bless you, sir. When needed, may your SIM extraction tool, or some similar small pokey thing, always be easy to find. As opposed to what usually happens.
Tip jar hit.
Also a little extra on top for a bit of tinsel. That pickled egg jar could look right festive with a bit of sparkle round the lid.
That pickled egg jar could look right festive with a bit of sparkle round the lid.
Bless you, sir. May your white kitchen work surfaces remain unblemished even by those takeaways from the local curry house.
Some early Christmas cheer in your stocking, O Great Host.
Some early Christmas cheer in your stocking, O Great Host.
Bless you, sir. May your ego be stroked by multiple invitations to Christmas dinner and/or parties, even if you’d be quite content with a quiet one at home.
Ping!
Ping!
Bless you, sir. May your colours never fade.
Christmas shopping done courtesy of your Amazon US linky up top.
I hope it results in something for y’all – I log in, then click the button on the blog, but then I do a lot of searching to find the right item, so I never know if the final purchase gets credited to this creaky barge or not.
Happy Christmas to you and yours.
Christmas shopping done courtesy of your Amazon US linky up top.
Bless you. May the local Chinese takeaway never have trouble finding a new driver for their delivery service, resulting in you having to fetch your own dinner, in the rain, like a peasant.
Here’s to 15 more.
That.
Also a belated ping.
Also a belated ping.
Bless you, madam. May your enemies know the shame of waking to find that their high-tech kettle has died during the night, resulting in them using a saucepan to heat water for coffee, like a savage.