Right. It’s Christmas. It’s official. Tonight, I’m putting up my 2-ft green plastic fire hazard from Woolworths (those were the days), covering it in glitter, and generally making an enforced jollity reign down upon my house.

I cannot wait.

I love Christmas so much. I know it’s not cool. I should probably make smart comments about it being a nasty Americanized (note the “z”) over indulgence of the highest order. Complain about having to see my folks. But I don’t. I love it. There’s no other time that I will abide both Boney M and Cliff Richard, or be drunk at 12noon and still be socially acceptable infront of Grandpas. It’s serious.

Incidentally, I just spent an inordinate amount of time decorating the outside of my house with badass neon lights on this lovely thingy created by charity-wot-Bim-support, Shelter.

All I can do is leave you with this classic choon, and the good news that we are recording over the Christmas holidays like there’s no 2010 and we might be able to get some nice Christmassy posts/vids/sneaky peeks of the new album up on here for you to see.

Huge love.

xxxxx