Tag Archives: christmas
let’s take that road before us and sing a chorus or two
I’ve been something of a lousy blogger this week. My apologies. When I’ve not been being knocked over by the ferocious winds, I’ve been working. And when I’ve not been working, I’ve been sleeping/eating/reading/etc. Today, however, I am blogging and then CHRISTMAS SHOPPING. I’ve got to get totally organised as I’ve got less than a [...]
I’ve missed two fads in a row. For that I can only apologise. The first time was self-inflicted illness, the second was illness-illness. Now, I’ve got no excuses. So here you are: Shopping? Right, so I’ll admit it: I’ve been spending too much on clothes lately. Call it a shopping fad, if you will. I [...]
i’ve got a feelin’ called the blu-uh-ues…
I haven’t really got the blues. But Hank has. Hank Williams that is. Or so he has frequently been telling me. Santa visited early this year(!) and kindly brought me the record player I asked for, so Hank’s lovesick blues are getting a daily airing. It’s currently my favourite crackly thing to play. The boy [...]
'tis the season to be jolly
Yesterday the Christmas markets opened up for general consumption in Manchester. Ohhh yes. This is a very important day in the year as it significantly marks the beginning of the jolly season. If you ain’t jolly from here on in, then there’s something seriously wrong. I mean, how can you fail to be jolly as [...]
playing records beside a groovy hifi
I’ve officially pinned my Christmas list to the fridge! (I haven’t really, because I haven’t got that coveted sort of fridge that accepts magnets – but if I was lucky enough to have said fridge, my Christmas list would now have pride of place). There’s only one thing on the list so far. Gone are [...]
white winter hymnal
Today, I have concluded, was my first official day of logsy-winter. Two reasons. One: As I stepped outside this morning, I was instantly hit by that unmistakable winter smell. You know the one. It only seems to occur when the temperature of the concrete tumbles and the atmosphere delicately starts to crisp. (True, it gets [...]
