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SNOW, holly, robins on yule logs, Santa, and the inevitable Jingle Bells (the guy that wrote that number must have made a FORTUNE!) - yes, it's Christmastime in London Town. Yes, I know!!! It's Christmastime in Alaska and Australia and probably in Timbucktoo, too. But London's the one I'm concerned with at the moment! Hey! Dig that too too bit up there! What about that? It just came out. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes! Christmastime in London. Though, mind you, the shops started putting Christmas cards in their windows as long ago as the heatwave in September! Then, bit by bit, out came that cotton-wool again ("snow"!), around the windows. And the little cards saying Seasonable Gyffte on all the old junk they couldn't sell during the rest of the year. And . . . What's that? Bitter? Disillusioned? Maybe I am. I don't know about you, but I find I get terribly depressed by all the tricks Big Business gets up to cash in on "the season of good will." And the only busness that doesn't seem to cash in is the much-maligned music business! Oh, sure - we'll get White Christmas and Rudolph plugged at us several times a day all through the festivities. (At least we in England will; I don't know about you.) But these were written years ago. I can't think of a single new successful Christmas song for ages. Can you? In other words, pop artists and song writers are about the only people NOT cashing in on Christmas! Mind you - and here comes Cynical Herman again! - there's a very good reason for this. It's simply that Christmas songs last about three weeks. Comes New Years Day and they've had it! Until next time. IF anybody remembers them twelve months later. That's why nobody bothers to write or record them. So maybe we're better businessmen than the businessmen! But - hey! What's all this! After all, it IS the season of good will and suchlike. And I haven't even said Happy Christmas! Off with cynicism! On with Smiles! And it's a great big . . . H-A-P-P-Y C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S . . . from me to you. From Lecky to you. From Keith to you. From Karl to you. From Barry to you. That's FIVE Happy Christmasses you're due for. How happy can you get! And (just in case you're wondering) WE'RE very happy, too. Immediately after that fabulous summer tour we did, we had a whole week just lazing about |
in Hawaii. And then flew home to - guess what!  |