It has felt a strange year in many ways. But then it always has and it always will won't it? I have been avoiding the West End (well, apart from Blacks obviously) because they turned the Christmas lights on in October - which I found vaguely depressing. I like the rituals of winter, like brussel sprouts and tangerines, to be kept well within December, don't you? The frenzied combination of commerce, over-sentimentality and genuine nostalgia can drive you quite Christmas crackers.
There is a version of Poker Face by Lady Gaga for whom I have a certain regard after she sent her bodyguard to assist me when I slipped on a half-eaten avocado on 42nd Street in 2007. It's for my friend David Piper who is Gentleman Gaga.
I received an extremely nice early Christmas present myself today from my friend especially talented spillyjane . A knitted version of myself - or rather two knitted versions of myself in wool. It felt like one more fortunate event in a fortunate year. I'm very appreciative of it all.