After listening to this album for a few weeks, I am disappointed that my review post is going to be so crap, but sadly as far as fodder for The Bowie Project is concerned, this album is nutritionally dearthsome. Continue reading
I begin with a warning: I carefully selected this particular date for my #yulevent post because I felt it was far enough away from Christmas to avoid bringing down the festive mood too much, and that even if that was the result you would still have a fortnight to deck yourself in tinsel and down a pint of Baileys to recover. Which was very considerate of me, wasn’t it? However, if you’re the sort of person who enthusiastically dons a snowman sweater and a pair of comedy antlers on 1 December, has a mince pie for dinner every evening for the entire month and absolutely won’t hear a word said against the “magic of Christmas,” then you might want to look away now. Sorry. I’m sure that someone imbued with the true spirit of the season will write the next post in the series, and we can all forget that this aberration ever occurred. Continue reading
Clair asked for HEAT and HEAT she will get. Today the bar is extremely warm; in fact in places it is definitely on fire. Actual flames, people, please take care. The fireworks include a row of flaming B52s roaring across the bar for Clair and Lyle like the Red Arrows. There’s some rocket fuel for when those run out. Continue reading
Hello, Uborkunians. We find ourselves here again, in December, and I’m convinced I can’t be the only one looking back at the past 11 months with a resounding “EHH? How did they slip past me again?!”. An overly contrived feeling, I’m aware, but my life in general can currently be summed up with an huge WOOOOOOSH. Continue reading
The bar is open. The theme is, erm, cocktails. And, erm, something else. Okay, first person to order a drink can set the theme.
Are you living in the same place as in 2004/05?No! Lord, no. I now live in Melbourne, Australia, and have since I left London in ’07.
A Canadian Christmas is directly tied to our geography. Come December we are the frozen north of our clichéd reputation. The ultimate American holiday is Thanksgiving, but for us it Christmas. We are keenly aware of Solstice and by mid-month we are living in what seems like almost round-the-clock gloom, either iced-over or buried in snow or both and we need to do something extreme to break up the darkness. Continue reading
Let’s set the tone… turn the speakers up, pop your headphones in, and give this album a listen: Thea Gilmore – Strange Communion. If you’ve not heard it before, this is one of my favourite Christmas albums. Continue reading