Christmas is fast approaching , but life goes on anyway. More importantly, the shortest day has passed and we can pretend that the days will get noticeably longer and even kid ourselves that Spring is around the corner. Of course it’ll be a Spring full of Doom and Gloom, but as it’s a way off at present let’s not go there. Anyway, why go there when it’s already here – the doom and gloom, I mean. I’m already fed up with the media’s continuous spewing out of the most miserable predictions. Get a life.

I’ve spent the past week, though it seems much longer, partying …well my kind of partying…which mainly involves drinking too much. Nothing new there then, except that other people seem more cheerful at parties than at the normal pub session, so I imbibe some of the spirit, to coin a phrase and excuse another awful pun. Well it’s Christmas.

The monthly gig at the Inn was filmed for posterity, so it may never be seen., but what the hell. I was asked to do a brief interview, which I did, though I’m not sure what that was about. The gig was filmed in the hope of it becoming part of a documentary, but please don’t expect details. There was a dearth of music lovers there , nothing new there either, but we did have the odd clown or two. Perhaps they were hoping for fifteen minutes of fame, or maybe they thought it was the X-Factor. God, reality is bad enough without it having to be filmed. However the band played really well. And everyone enjoyed it.

I’ve just been arranging another Soho meet of the Waydown crew for January with Mel Wright the drummer, who will be depping for Dino Coccia at the next Inn Gig. I’ve been going regularly to the Wednesday night blues jam at the Inn on the Green, so regularly that it’s in danger of becoming a habit. Not yet a bad habit, but who knows? However, though I’ve no intention of adding another addiction to my repertoire, I shall attend this Wednesday also. Well it’s Christmas Eve…In fact I think I’ll pop down there now. That’ll be a surprise. Oh, Merry Christmas and all that…