Welcome to the snappily named Non-Political Roundup or the NoPoBloRo as Iâ€™m going to call it for the duration of the post in the hope that it might catch on.
First up is Gordon of One Man Blogs who found Christmas Shopping was not the relaxing spiritual journey he had hoped.
On a similar note, Big Rab of The Ben Lomond Free PressÂ loses it over Christmas Muzak in themÂ there Dumbarton shops. Iâ€™m assuming he has Radio Scotland playing in his own pet shop at this time of year. The hamsters are calmed by the voice of Tom Morton, apparently.
And then thereâ€™s Loth, who isnâ€™t as pleased as Aled Jonesâ€™s Mum was on hearing the news that her son is to join the school choir.
Quite rightly, Mr Farty is incensed at the standard of science teaching in our schools, but please, no one offer him a chemistry teacherâ€™s job until my kids are safely out of the school system, eh?
Itâ€™s the time of year where lists abound in the press. Top ten this and that, best of that and this.Â But who to trust? The Guardian? The NME? Q Magazine? Well, you could do a lot worse than have a look at Andy Learmonthâ€™s Top Ten Albums of the Year. Not a Viva La Vida in sight. Lucky devil didnâ€™t even have to pay for them, either.
Read the latest in Random Burblingâ€™s series (a possible memoir in the making, Alan?) on his first year as a stand-up comedian.Â Remember, he does it so you donâ€™t have to.
Over in Egypt, ex-pat Scot Trailing Grouse is worried about what Freud would say about herÂ firstÂ etchings from her art class. Maybe sheâ€™s particularly worried that heâ€™d say â€œTrailing grouse, I sink you are suffering from ze Pencil Envyâ€.Â C’mon, I couldn’t resist….
To keep us all chipper until the Winter Solstice, Peter of the Naked Blog is posting a beautiful photo a day from his archives for you to do with what you will (and heâ€™s also doing a little accompanying blog in case you think heâ€™s just posting photos). None of those photos involve nakedness, as the blogname might suggest. But he maybe does requests.
On the subject of nudity, kind of, Cat over at The Cat Girl Speaks thinks that Glamour Magazine is living in a dream world with their pronouncement of the average amount of sexual partners a girl might have. That dream world being one filled with pretty dull dreams, then.
The banks have pretty much ruined everyoneâ€™s year, but now theyâ€™ve gone and ruined Billy The Kidâ€™s Christmas as well. What a bunch of utter gits. What next? Bank tellers drowning puppies in the bank foyer?
The Scottish Patient pays tribute to Scotlandâ€™s greatest living poet, Edwin Morgan. If they ever find Nessie, you know itâ€™s going to sound exactly like he said it would.
And will anyone notice if I cheekily stick one of my own posts in? Ah, well, forgive me, but itâ€™s all in spirit of public service. Read my carefully researched Christmas Party Survival Guide and avoid no end of seasonal embarrassment. Don’t thank me, I’ll only get embarrassed.
Scots bloggers have, as usual, been busy documenting the issues of the day. A full dissection of the end of Woolworths has featured in the blogs of Jeffzycinski, IndyGal, Last Years Girl, Zippykins, Jack Deighton and The Adelaide Green Porridge Cafe, amongst others. Firstly, how many of you had your first Saturday job there? Secondly how many of you pinched the odd Pick and Mix.Â not me, officer, not me…
Talking of disasters, this time round Angry Steve is angry about the Edinburgh roadworks. Flippinâ€™ trams better be like something out of Bladerunner, thatâ€™s what I say.
The Crayfish Diaries celebrates a first ever achievement. The world over people get crap haircuts, are shown them in a mirror and when asked if itâ€™s okay, meekly reply â€œYes, very niceâ€, then go home to cry and wait for it to grow back. Not this Crayfish!
Nintendo and Chocolate is having bum trouble. Would it be pushing it to suggest that she makes this a regular feature?Â Top tip: maybe donâ€™t read whilst eating your tea.
Oh and we’ve a recipe from Islay!
And finallyâ€¦the weather, as reported byÂ Man About the House. Check out his musings on snow and his beautiful photographs, not least the last one of the wee Christmas Elf.
Itâ€™s been a pleasure, treasures.