On the 25th of December this year millions upon millions of people will get together wear paper hats, eat too much food and share unwanted, ill thought out gifts that will undoubtedly end up in the bin/local charity shop.
Many believe that this is due to the birth of a child who would grow into a man that change the world.
Others chose to celebrate a winter festival of Pagan origins but will still wear the paper hats and pull crackers and watch the Queens speech and fall asleep on the sofa after eating all the After Eights (before 8pm).
Those people are welcome to think what they want, but they are all wrong.
The REAL celebrations will be held in the Hogart household as this very blog reaches a milestone in it journey or nonsense and jibber jabber.
Indeed, as Christmas morning dawns and young children run downstairs at four AM screaming "He's been! He's been!" and the adults of the house are startled into conciousness with feral thoughts that the local nutter has broken in and done a turd on the carpet in the middle of the night before realising what the date is and have to drag themselves downstairs for a day that promises to be as headache inducing as it will be long, very few will realise JUST how important this day is.
For the 25th of December 2014 is the very same day that THOUGHTLESS GIBBERISH turns 1500 days old.
296 posts full of random words, a couple of songs and a few badly made videos clumped together with no order, logic or final destination now make up a four year journey that has seem my life change in many ways.
When I first started this little project of mine, I began with a name.
BUMFERRY HOGART was what I chose (and it only took two weeks before I realise I had spelt it wrong).
I began writing as a way to stop myself going insane.
At the time, I was living in a small 16 foot caravan, as I had left my job in the big city and decided to join the family business of running a holiday site.
The local area had just taken part in the big DIGITAL SWITCH OVER (remember that?) and the tiny TV wouldn't pick up a signal, and so me and the dog and the laptop had to amuse ourselves in other ways.
With a spark of ill thought out inspiration - THOUGHTLESS GIBBERISH was born.
It was only supposed to last a year... but it festered.
Like the mould growing in a cup, long forgotten behind the sofa of time, it grew and changed colour and began to smell a bit.
But it never really evolved. It reached it's full potential.
It's my fault. I'm not very good at writing, deadlines, communicating or self promotion.
All the things that you are supposed to do with your blog, I didn't.
It's a good job I don't have kids.... they'd be ruined.
But 1500 days have gone by and although I have shared my ideas on a number of subjects such as: dwarves, the weather, Stephen Hawkins, football, gambling, the dog, how to save the world, and lots of examples of my own stupidity, I feel that this blog may have run its course.
I have had fun writing this and on the rare occasion somebody has commented (thanks Rob and Lily) it makes it seem less like I'm talking to myself in a padded cell and more like I am communicating with the outside world.
I just don't know if I want to carry on with it.
I'm going to take the rest of this year to contemplate the future of this blog and indeed the name of Bumferry Hogart.
Being housebound (by choice - long story: read the rest of the blog for more info) the internet is my main interaction with the outside world and I feel my presence should be a little more uniformed on the various platforms.
Of course, this news would have shook the bloging world to its knees if it were not for the fact that it seems most people have already jumped ship and announced their departure in the past couple of weeks... Addman and Lily Jo I'm looking at....where you used to be(?)
Anyway, That's just some THOUGHTLESS GIBBERISH from me to wrap the year off.
I will still be working hard on the SINKINGSHIP BLOG which, for those that don't know, produces the finest, bestest comedy gold every Wednesday....