The shape of things to come .....

On this occasion I've decided, never mind twelfth night,

tradition and all that stuff because my hall is no longer

decked with boughs of holly (truth be told it never was as

it's perilously narrow at the best of times).

I'm not going to tell him.

'Tis no longer the season to be jolly (thank goodness, I do

a good "mildly amused", my "cynical" is awesome but

"jolly" isn't really my thing).  The only remaining trace of

the festivities is the odd little sparkle of glitter still clinging

stubbornly to the rug that will probably continue to catch

the light until mid-summer when I give the hoover bag it's

annual empty and full suction returns once more to the

Lock-Up.

Where is all this leading?  Nowhere really but I do love a

good preamble to entice my readers in.  It's like the cheese

in a mousetrap or the smell of rotting meat given off by

the Venus fly trap which, sadly, only seems to work with

insects and health inspectors intent upon keeping the

public safe at all times by tracking down the source of

the foul odour.

However, in 2016 none of you will be safe in your beds

because Long Dog will be celebrating it's 20th birthday

this summer and I shall be releasing a series of utterly

amazing new designs throughout the year starting on

Saturday 23rd January.  Put in in your diary now!

He's over-excited already and it's only January.

So try to be brave (there's a clue there somewhere),

resistance will be futile as this new mutation of the

Long Dog virus has no known cure and the only way to

cope with the symptoms is to treat yourself to each new

design as it appears.

That's the word I've been looking for!

Lay back then ladies, gentlemen and those of you who are 

as yet undecided, and be prepared to give yourselves over

to absolute pleasure, it's going to be one hell of a year!

Would I lie to you?