WHERE does the time go? It doesn’t seem that long ago I was up to my ears in Easter eggs and now Christmas is here.
This year has certainly passed by in record speed!
I’m in the studio this week recording some new tracks and can’t wait to finish my shift, so to speak, and put my feet up.
Oh, how I do so love Christmas – I mean who doesn’t?
Presents galore; great films on the box; great scoff and drinkies; selection boxes and giant dark chocolate Toblerones (hint hint); a few days off work; basking in the warmth of the hearths and hearts of your nearest and dearest; more presents – it’s a gas!
It’s a wonderful time for family and friends to show love and appreciation for one another, get the Trivial Pursuit and Babycham out, kick back and share a few laughs.
Even the most miserable of humbugs out there must still enjoy getting a few beers in and relaxing to The Great Escape.
(Although it’s the Queen’s Speech that really does it for me – money well spent ...)
It truly is the best event we have to celebrate in our calendar.
No other social occasion brings together all the family, in such a way. It’s a special time indeed.
That being said, this year for the first time ever, finally, we are staying put in Brighton and having Christmas for two in our own wee flat.
There will be no tedious and uncomfortable family gatherings, no great goose and trimmings sans gravy because a nameless someone always forgets to buy it.
No screaming kids running around the table pulling crackers in your lugs.
No mooching pooch to feed leftovers to under the table; no relatives feigning interest in your life and nodding robotically at everything you say, but all the while dreaming of brandy butter-covered pudding.
No endless barrage of well wishers re-hashing the same tired small talk.
No fake smiles of joy and thanks upon opening gifts that totally suck!
No endless debates about what to watch on the box and squirming while watching a steamy love scene in the presence of the relatives.
No soaps – the last thing I want to do on Christma day is watch a day-long episode of EastEnders.
No meddling parents telling me I’m too thin, too pale, too drunk and up too late.
It is to be a chilled, private and tranquil affair between me and my betrothed, whose new year will be made all the better if he comes through on the presents front!
We’re dispensing with tradition this time around.
I'm really into Mexican food so we have decided to whip up a spicy Mexican feast for our Crimbo dinner instead of the standard stuffed turkey.
All that’s left for me to say is to wish everyone reading this a “Propa Crimbo”, stuff yourselves rotten, have a wonderful time. It’s snowing in Brighton today and I hear you’ve got bucketloads of the stuff in the ‘Deen. Stay safe and take care one and all. Merry Christmas!