Tuesday, December 11, 2007
17.12 Six Minutes Late
It's that time of year again.
As we slow down to arrive at Posh Station I can see that, since the weekend, every well-heeled house in the gentrified street has a tree in the window. In what surely cannot be coincidence every one of the well-heeled houses has confined decoration of its tree to plain white lights. And I can't even be cynical about it because it is genuinely beautiful.
Get Happy - Elvis Costello
It's that time of year again.
As we slow down to arrive at Posh Station I can see that, since the weekend, every well-heeled house in the gentrified street has a tree in the window. In what surely cannot be coincidence every one of the well-heeled houses has confined decoration of its tree to plain white lights. And I can't even be cynical about it because it is genuinely beautiful.
Get Happy - Elvis Costello
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