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A Little Christmas Cheer

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

Still strugglin’… and GIMME SKELTER

Yep. I’m still out here. Still struggling… but any spare time I’ve had for writing has been eaten up by freelance copy stuff… such deep meaningful profundity as

Company X is your full service provider for the insert industry here field!”

And, of course:

Company X has the solution to your problem. Click HERE for more.”

Still, it brings home the groceries, and it keeps my wrists nimble and my fingers full of tensile strength (That’s what she said!).

Here’s a little treat – another one from the vaults. My Liner notes for Scott Phillips’ amazing little gem of genre filmmaking – GIMME SKELTER – which can still be purchased from Amazon.Com at this link hyah

Click on through to the other side to check it out, little babies!

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Back in the saddle… again?

Yeah. Let’s give this thing one more whirl.

I know I’ve said it before. I also realize that it is usually with a merely annual frequency that I drag my sorry ass out and post something here, but with Old Man Hades breathing down my neck, more kids on the way and Life itself, perpetually kicking my nads into my cerebellum, I think I need to take control of the situation and show a little spine.

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