As we approach the Big C, life in Woking goes on; shoppers shop, our yob neighbour has bought himself a brand new pair of camouflage pants while his little child teeters around in rags like the village drunk. It's rainy & sunny (usually at the same time) and the cats are fighting in the bushes outside of our window. The pantomime has come to Woking; it's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and, as Woking sets the standard for artistic interpretation, the dwarfs are being played by real dwarfs. So in addition to the usual freaks and geeks roaming the town square, there are packs of dwarfs, usually in 2's or 3's, doing their Christmas shopping as well. If London is supposed to be a microcosom of the world; Woking is a microcosom of the world that time forgot.
Bonus Personnal Ad Follies (From the Woking News & Mail): Gay cigar smoking bloke, 30's, from Alton, seeks non-smoking, shy, cute white lad, around 18 for fun, possibly more.
Let's hope his Christmas is a merry one!