Its a 1953 film with Danny Kaye and Bing Crosby. I recorded it but havent watched it yet. It invokes memories of christmasses in the 60s, when St Albans had a live crib with a real donkey. Christianity hadnt been cancelled yet. Crosses were everywhere, and christmas was a religious festival.

Midnight mass.

It was even cold.

United were running rampant in the southern league, sweeping all before them, like huns attacking Rome.

Now look at it, im sure someone will be upset at the use of the word white. The problem with subsequent generations is that they take the benefits of modern life for granted, that everything will continue on for ever. The supermarkets will always be full, and that being obsessed with wokery is all thats important.

And when it goes, and it will, they will be like infants in the teeth of something very bad. Look at the current government and Johnson, weak and blancmange like.

OH FOR A THATCHER.

The thing has mutated, it isnt wearing a death heads cap anymore but a red flag in islington. And its infection of United. Barry has ensured footballing poverty, he booted those with deep pockets.

You will eat gruel and be grateful, you will live on eating crud.

The sunny uplands will forever be out of reach. The proof is in the eating, frees from Woking etc in january.

Maggie the saviour.