Getting excited about going to my first panto

Later today I am going to see my first pantomime. A traditional glorious British Christmas panto. If you don’t know it, have a quick look on YouTube to get an idea of what it is. We are going to the Birmingham Hippodrome to see Dick Whittington.

Wikipedia calls pantomime ‘a musical-comedy theatrical production traditionally found in the United Kingdom [...] and [...] mostly performed during the Christmas and New Year season.’

I call it Camp Christmas, involving cross-dressing, slapstick, sexual innuendo, song and dance, and audience participation.

Not enough? Want to bring it up a notch? OK, let’s throw Julian Clary in.

Wanna make the camp-o-meter explode? Alright then, Joan Collins as Queen Rat.

I can’t wait! It’s a Christmas present from Stuart, he knew I had never been to one and I am sure he has chosen the best in the country this year.

Christmas cards: you can’t win, can you?

If you send Christmas cards, you are not green because you chop trees.

If you don’t send any, you are a miser.

If you send e-cards, you are lazy.

If you don’t send charity cards, you don’t care at all.

If you print addresses from Outlook onto sticky labels (guilty!), you are lazy and impersonal.

If all you write is your name underneath the printed greetings, you could not care less.

If you include a long update on everything that has happened to you over the last twelve months, you have too much time on your hands and deluded that people actually care.

But if you include a personal wish, a few warm words that are tailor-made for your loved ones, you are a (Christmas) star.

Having said that, any of the cards listed above makes me happy. So email away at lucabelletti@gmail.com! I hear Critter Carols could be this year’s Elf Yourself.