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Season’s relocation Today I shall be leaving the wet and mouldy Albion for a snowy and frosty Mittel Europa. This means much lower temperatures but also fur coats, Christmas markets, hot mead, mulled wine, slivovica and lots of lovely, lovely traditional Christmas food. Provided I can heave myself away from all that feasting, I shall post about whatever catches my meta-contextual eye. Or may be I’ll just write about anything that still makes sense after drinking the fierce regional spirits.
I shall return to celebrate the New Year in London with the rest of the Samizdatistas.
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Who Are We? The Samizdata people are a bunch of sinister and heavily armed globalist illuminati who seek to infect the entire world with the values of personal liberty and several property. Amongst our many crimes is a sense of humour and the intermittent use of British spelling.
We are also a varied group made up of social individualists, classical liberals, whigs, libertarians, extropians, futurists, ‘Porcupines’, Karl Popper fetishists, recovering neo-conservatives, crazed Ayn Rand worshipers, over-caffeinated Virginia Postrel devotees, witty Frédéric Bastiat wannabes, cypherpunks, minarchists, kritarchists and wild-eyed anarcho-capitalists from Britain, North America, Australia and Europe.
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Ooooh! Mulled wine! Yum! I wish I was there!
Now the bitter-girl is really, really bitter! have some glog for me, and about 800 oriskove tatranky, if you’re of like mind on those little heavenly bits of sugar!
Mead was a great drink of the Anglo Saxons.
When I go to York I often buy a bottle (as a present for friends) – here in Kettering no one seems to have heard of the stuff.
Still no drinking for me. Christmas is a busy time for Security Guards – and the run up to Christmas is a time for lots of retail guarding (the worst kind).
Perhaps this is why guards tend to hate Christmas – but then we tend to hate everything.