HAPPY CHRISTMAS.

A Happy and Holy Christmas to everyone who might bump into this page.

 And a happy New Year.

Happy despite living through an era of utterly hopeless and venal politicians, who willfully ignore those they are meant to serve and grovel instead to a supra national and unelected body for their lead in almost all matters. This subservience to the EU will not end well, neither here in the UK nor elsewhere in the continent where people are suffering under the anti democratic yoke of this neo fascist, self serving organisation.

Happy despite the throttling of news in this country by the state broadcaster. The BBC should be closed down forthwith, so blatant is it's shameless political bias. When did you last hear on the BBC - until tonight as a token, on Christmas Eve - any mention of the ritualistic and casual slaughter of Christians in the middle East and elswhere in the unforgiving and backward looking Muslim world? Or of the trials of the people of Israel, who are supposed to endure hundreds of miles of  Qatari funded tunnels being threatiningly dug under their land ? No, I thought not. Don't hold your breath.

Happy that all serious indicators show that there is neither any increase in global temperature again this year ( it's eighteen years now so they have decided to call it a pause, which indicates that they know when it will all start up again, but they just elect not to say), nor any particular change in global climate, beyond what has always occurred. Who, after all ever said that the climate was a static thing? But happy days for those involved in the gigantic international rip off that is being perpetrated on the populations of the world in the name of "Global Warming" and "Climate Change".

But Happy Christmas despite these few and all the other whinges I could trot out. And Happy especially if you happen to have the good luck to be a Sunderland supporter, still glowing after the fourth derby win in a row on Sunday!

 In a terrific and controlled display Gus Poyet's team, held off and picked off a Newcastle team that for most of the time in the game looked fearful of it and huffed and puffed without effect.

 Adam Johnson,  shown on the left, wheeling away after scoring the winner in the last minute, had ran eighty yards up the pitch with the ball, evading two desperate fouls and found his way into the box to thrash home the ball at the end of the move. It was a stunning goal, one of the best I've seen given everything and it won us a famous victory.


More of the same lads if possible as we usually follow a result like that with a flop, or a defeat. Maybe not this time eh? Now that would be a happy Christmas!