Groan...infrastructure

First, Twig, you mince pie munching, shopaholic, credit card swiping wazzock. When you come into the office reeking of MacEwans Eighty Shilling in future, please remember to not urinate in the shrink-a-sink in front of Mrs Fawcett-Tightly from Tring.
Furthermore, your inebriated reference to our lack of cheer belies your ignorance of our faith. It might have escaped your notice (the shaved heads, the smiles, the robes?) but we are all Buddhists over here at suburbanforest.
Here's a snap of Swami Smitringgith singing the groaning mantra of The Smiling Tree Planter of Ulan Bator
We value your support for suburbanforest and thank all today's many visitors. We would simply ask you to reflect on the vacuuous joviality of your blog. Look deep inside yourself and you will see - the Nolans have no talent.
Blessings all year round.
Wally Miapine