The Night Before Christmas.

Last night while walking home from the studio i discovered that since walking that same route the night before Queen street had been decorated in Christmas kitsch. Snow flakes and sequin clad angles, cardboard cutouts of bells and Christmas trees, tinsel and baubles in shop windows and hung from street lights. I am happy to announce that bad taste and opulence are back in season. Blow the dust from your Christmas tree and start on that red knit jumper with the picture of Rudolf on the front, its only 41 sleeps till Christmas.