What to give the special blogger in your life this Christmas

It’s that time of year again when I recycle another blog post three of the five of you have read before. I wonder how many blog posts have started with that opening line. It is that time of year again so I’m fucked if I’m going to deviate from tradition on this one. That’s right. When you get to spend quantity time with extended family before retreating from the trauma to cocoon yourself from the dispirited this Christmas. Time to kick back and tuck into a box-set without fear of the suggestion of watching just one more episode being rejected on the grounds of having to rise for work in the morning. When you can recline and adjust the volume levels to ensure compatibility with the symphony of your snacking; occasionally glancing at your couch companion with deep resentment as he pops open a tube of Pringles. Vital dialogue has been missed, subtle plot lines overlooked, and many a murderous thought hatched to the pneumatic chomp of them. You’ve only yourself to blame for the tortilla nights.

But you dare not complain. Apart from giving off more than a mild whiff of unreasonableness, you’ve already demonstrated your own patience-defying feats with insistence you’ll be there in just a minute. That was half an hour ago but you are up to your delete button finishing a vital blog post. Sure, aren’t they all? “Yeah. I’m coming. Just a sec”. Ah the common refrain of the blogger, Mexican waving its way through the corridors of their domestic domains with mild irritation and an implied plea for flexibility for the writer (!) at work. Between on-the-spot responses to divine inspiration, and quick reads of others, the equivalent time of one episode has already been squandered  elapsed.

So, top of the list of the must-haves for the blogger this Christmas…

1. A Gift Voucher

The sneered at, but secretly loved, gift that demonstrates an attempt at effort. Might I suggest a custom made one for weekday night blogging curfew until 9pm. The perfect way to introduce some passive aggressive discipline to the influence the blogger has on your life. This way they’ll be finished by 9:30pm, if you’re lucky. Enough time to catch a few requisite episodes of nightly entertainment spanning political espionage/child abduction/drug underworld violence/serial killing sprees/killer vegetables etc. (delete as appropriate) before bed. Valid for 12 months.

gift card

This voucher cannot be exchanged for sex. 

2. Inspiration

A blogger is always poised to pillage your mishaps, forage your funny ways, and sell your soul. So be a good partner, and inspire them. Make it one of your New Year resolutions to apply yourself better to this task; mindful to always stay just on the right side of endearingly OCD, clumsy, forgetful, charming, irritated, psychotic etc. (delete as appropriate).

3. Mind-reading and silence

“Did I tell you my head went septic earlier and I nearly lost an arm?” If the answer from the blogger to your attempts at initiating conversation is “Sorry?”, that’s just code for “Look I’m in the middle of a really important thought, please be quiet for at least ten minutes”. And if you have to ask the blogger if they’d like a drink and/or some tortilla chips then you really don’t know him/her at all. Periodic snacks and a variation of warm and cold drinks are mandatory.

4. Encouragement

This might seem counter-intuitive if your ultimate aim is to contain this infectious disease and curb the influence of it on your partner’s duty of care to you/themselves/the family/the household etc.; but like all bloggers, they need validation. *Bruce Forsythe voice* And what does validation equal? Fuck knows. I haven’t thought about it till now. How about.. a need for even more validation? Either way, it won’t kill you. Don’t overdo it either with excessively flattering lines about converting their writing into something more lucrative and pointing out the bottomless pit of their talent. They’ll only believe you and blame you when it never happens. And eventually cotton-on to the intensity of your delusion being consistent with your lack of interest in going out for a night. “Don’t delay, Darling. Get to work on that novel. And fetch me some Pringles on your way through”. Hmmm.

5. Cold turkey

No. We don’t mean another round of sandwiches from the interminable seasonal bird. No, I’m not talking about Julie Andrews either. If the blogger is exhibiting signs of disinterest in the chocolate you leave by the keyboard, and unkempt hair, then it may be time to stage an intervention. Either lock the blogger or the computer up, so long as you keep them separate. The first three days are known to be the worst. A straight jacket is advisable here. Much thrashing about and ranting about stats will likely ensue. This is the mind re-adjusting. Lock all doors and windows to prevent the blogger from running away to an internet cafe, and remove their phone.

6. Your own blog

Alternatively, you could just join in. That way you can arrange the forthcoming week’s parenting/shopping/snack schedule through your respective comments sections.

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14 thoughts on “What to give the special blogger in your life this Christmas

  1. Ah,yes insightful as ever. I mean, what is it with Pringles that they have to be so loud??? And why is it so hard to get the awesome paprika ones??? Answer me that….please 😉

    • *Ignores the awesome* It’s a genius product. I can only guess they load the fuckers with the same additive they put in Chinese food that guarantees a revolving door relationship with customers. I don’t need to taste these paprika jobs to know they’re as horrible as their cousins sour cream and original. They’re all pretty sickening in that way that you’ll not be satisfied till you empty the tube. I’ve passed away many an episode of Breaking Bad on Pringle pilot. Oh God. Have you a hankering for them now, too? Arrrgggggggghhh

      • *ignores lack of appreciation for paprika Pringles* Sadly Himself wasn’t able to get the paprika from his usual source. Tonight I have had to eat Stilton, red onion and Thyme hand carved thingys. At least they came from Lidl.

      • Now yer talkin’ *adds to shoppin list*. They sound like the perfect accompaniment to the new series of Luther new week. Snack matching – as delicate an art form as making a mix tape. Lethal in the wrong hands, as I discovered when my fella produced the chutney during The Bridge last week.

      • Doing grand thanks. Have cut my mince pie intake to only two a day. Hope you’re having a hassle free time yersels.

      • Good stuff. All going predictably well here. The odd blow-out followed by quality cheese. This year there’s some added fancy chutney. Everyone’s a winner, and a loser. Sometimes within the same hour *shrugs*

  2. Brilliant! I may print out and leave several copies for family to see. “They’ll only believe you and blame you when it never happens…” I compare this encouragement to the psycho parents on the X Factor that convince their delightful offspring they are the next Adele when they can’t hit a single note.
    Not that I watch X Factor.

  3. Love it. I’d have to add ‘read a post occasionally and bring it up in conversation’. Mind you if he did he’d already know he was often my source of inspiration.

  4. I agree with Tric. Mere acknowledgement would be a salve to the battle-scarred egos of some of us. I’ve considered getting T-shirts printed with the slogan “IT’S LEGITIMATE ENTERTAINMENT, MOFOS”

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