Oh Soo, that’s rather fine.
Gxx
What are Cellarites’ most loathed Christmas songs? (I’ve bin shoppin’)
Oh Soo, that’s rather fine.
Gxx
What are Cellarites’ most loathed Christmas songs? (I’ve bin shoppin’)
To a first approximation anything post-1900.
DD reminded me, yesterday, of the song that was being played when she visited Mam in the hospice: ‘Lonely This Christmas’. Snowing, Granny dying - you really wouldn’t want to make it up.
Soo xx
Broadly, mine would be ‘whatever is playing at the time’, because Grinch, but some are more loathsome than others. And Mariah Carey is in a category of her own.
That’s fair.
Soo xx
Rolling Stone has an amazingly puke-worthy list of the worst Christmas songs. Yes, I have scrolled through it and feel sullied so the shower beckons. ‘Santa Baby’ by the Pussycat Dolls is totally horrendous. Such a rich vein!
Soo xx
Jingle bells. (So have I.)
Which is not, in fact, anything to do with Christmas - it was originally published in September 1857 as The One Horse Open Sleigh. You are thus at liberty to loathe it at any time.
Crikey. Eighteen-fifties, lose ten house points!
Also Camptown Races (1850) and Pop Goes the Weasel (1853). Want to make that 100 house points?
I blame the Great Exhibition. A very vulgarising influence.
Many actual carols that were written had nothing to do with Christmas, as you know.
I was simply unlucky that not only were two of the shops I went into playing versions of the garbage, I turned on Classic FM and it was playing on that as well.
So I put on a Steve Earle CD, and won’t be listening to the radio in the car until after the New year.
I am with you Fishly one so much dross is thrust into our lugs at this time of year
I was at the ICA seasonal do last night and I won a brace of tea towels and a doofer for resting a wooden spoon on when not stirring with it from the secret Santa
I am delighted as the towels are perfect for using as oven cloths
Busy day today catching up on drama series we like
And testing My advent calendar
Our walk this morning was not a happy bird spotting experience. One dead swan and one swan looking lost.
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How dreadfully sad TFM
Errr is that yer bruvver’s new school prospectus?
NALL, TFM. Poor widowed bird.
(‘They can break a man’s heart, you know’)
Practically the definition of tragedy.
Meantime, I am turning the tables on Sudden Daughter by having arranged last night to go and see her this afternoon, leaving Soon. Taking lemon soap and a picture ought soften the blow a bit.