Why Can't They Play This In Woolies..

I realise that by blogging this I am truly confirming my status as festive nay-sayer but with the exception of "Stop The Calvary" I'm not that thrilled with Christmas music and it truly is the time of pity for those poor till-slaves who are forced to listen to hours of the damned stuff AND be nice to the great unwashed. Blimey, I hope you get the prozac you've been wishing for from Santa.

But there is hope - in the shape of Cherryade Records who have their very own Christmas cd available with tracks including "Have Yourself a Psychedelic Christmas" from the awesomeness that is Misty's and my personal favourite "So this is what dying is like (Christmas in Swansea) by Steveless & Syd Howells - favourite for a weird name that is. Steveless' "Seasonal Schizophrenia" could be a Mark E Smith tribute in sound and lyrics. Very warming.

The album is getting a fair bit of coverage (well the odd track played) via Sixmusic and xfm and there is some very stuff on it. In fact it will be ripped under "Shopping Playlist" on gadget as some sort of antidote to Wizzard, Slade and Cliff Richard for when I'm forced to venture away from the nice safe and sanitised world that exists via my pc and into the vile, warped and dangerous world of well, the real world. Send out back-up shoud I not return.

So altogether then "Alice The Christmas Pie....."

And just to show that I'm not a saddo who thinks that Christmas tends to bring out the worst in the credit card companies, two excellent links to bring ironic and sardonic cheer to you. First up, a cartoon advent calendar courtesy of Dave Walker , one of Jonny B's cohorts and then something that made me screech like an owl on acid is the 'tis The Season blog (also recommended by Jonny B) and if someone had taped the conversations I'd had over the years re a) Secret Santa, b) bloody naff relatives presents and c) Designated Christmas Cards - to the dog and the pups type of thing or as it's put on the site "For a fabulous aunt and her on-again off-again pity fuck" then this would be the result. 21 December 2004 is a fine vintage article.

Thank you people with a sense of humour for keeping me away from the cooking sherry!