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NEWS 22/12/2009 Well, the weather outside is frightful...Christmas is the most important thing in the world. Why? Because without it everyone would be dead. It's not just a festival, it's a device for the very survival of the species. Mid-Winter is just darkness and coldness, and a time when everyone is barking disease into the face of their fellow man. No, our very distant ancestors would have slashed their wrists gladly and without batting an eyelid were Christmas not so splendid. But it is, so here we are. Sorry, I'm just recovering from a particularly vicious cold (I hate that, even when you precede it with the word 'vicious', the word 'cold' sounds so trivial). This life threatening condition was made all the more insulting by my eleven month old daughter, whose own symptoms peaked with a solitary bogey (or 'booger', my American friends) in her left nostril; That's right, I am weaker than a little baby. So anyway, I had to cancel some studio time that I was particularly looking forward to so I was pissed (or 'miffed', my British friends); But oh well, 'twas not to be (I think that Dickensian affectation can be excused for the fact that it's Christmas). So the work on "Notes From The Incurable" has come to a halt as far as 2009 is concerned. Probably a good thing, as fresh New Year's ears can only bring with them a renewed vigour (not that my ears were losing vigour on account of how far advanced this year was. No sir! And anyone who says that about my ears behind their backs can... I dunno... can... aah it's Christmas - just run along you young scamp and God rest ye merry, God rest ye, sir.) So, anyway, I just wanted to (hackneyed though it is) wish one and all a Merry Christmas, and this first Scratched Matinee album will be done by the Spring. Right, I'm off to revel and what have you. Cheers! Chris
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