Let us all lay aside our differences, our prejudices and our grievances, not in the name of religion or commercial tradition, but in the name of a singular time of year. A time of year when every person can open their hearts to the possibility that we’re not so bad, we’re not doomed to destroy each other and everything around us,. And maybe, juuuuuuust maybe, we can find the right path before it’s too late.
In the spirit of that time of year – a time when our ancient ancestors celebrated surviving another hard year; a time that was stolen by Romans, appropriated by Christians and corrupted by the penultimate ‘Gods’ of advertising, I give you the very distillation of Christmas cheer. Endless hope in the face of relentless adversity… Or maybe it’s just a story about a couple of miserable drunks… Either way, it’s Irish to the teats and it fairly reeks of the Christmas whiskey.
Ladies and Gentlemen… The Pogues, featuring Kirsty MacColl