Woop~Woop! It’s Midwinter’s Day and the shortest day of the year! You know what that means, don’t you? For troglodytes like myself, living above the snow line, that means that we can expect the days to now gradually grow a little longer each day, allowing our poor befuddled winter brains and our pink eyes to slowly adjust to the merry arrival of the Spring weather that is, oooh, only just around the corner now. …Look, work with me here would you? You know that I hate the dull dark days and I’m doing my best to ‘talk this up’. We’re in shock, having just returned from bright sunshine and 90 degree heat - to be plunged into the sub zero temperatures of a beloved Blighty that struggles to keep moving (witness the Channel Tunnel chaos) as soon as as a the merest whiff of a snowflake comes our way. So yes, the shortest day of the year is cause for celebration around here - it means the best is yet to come.
I heard that the rock band won out in the Christmas number one pop chart struggle that I mentioned yesterday. That news woke me up enough to actually look up the name – Rage Against The Machine with ‘Killing in the name’. Then I went and listened to it. Oh how I love this country. Just when I despair that everyone has been turned into brain dead drones we go and do something like this! I can’t say I like it much but it’s certainly a welcome antidote to the usual mass produced saccharine sweet twaddle.
I’m on day two of my musical run-up to Christmas. Today is Wham’s ‘Last Christmas’. Like yesterday’s song it actually doesn’t have much of the Christmas spirit about it (being essentially a classic break-up song) but maybe that’s why I prefer it to the norm at this time of year. It’s not George Michael’s best offering by any means, but stands head and shoulders above many other modern seasonal offerings and unlike those (that mercifully died the death almost as soon as they were released) is still played, now 25 years after its initial release (in 1984).