I can tell December is upon us. L and I were in Greenwich this afternoon, and every single shop and coffee house we went into was piping Christmas songs, usually of the cheesiest kind. It’s as if the moment the month began, all the playlists changed automatically to the nauseating filth which I remember being played every year at school Christmas discos. I wouldn’t complain, but it was so sudden and so obvious that it almost took ones breath. Had someone flipped a switch? To think we have another month listening to such cheese being played everywhere makes me thankful that I have a decent DJ to come home to. I think Lyn was as nausiated as I was.