I was thinking how the time of year, the weather, the seasons, the state of our love lives sometimes fill us with the wrong kind of messages. I have been driving all over today, shopping for food in over-crowded supermarkets, food halls and the like. But how much of it matters? Sometimes we have to give into the Christmas spirit, let it run and ride over us. I did something good today, well say I but it was a we. We being Jen Webb, Jeri Kroll, Steve May and I who finally put the writing collectively called, Icarus Extended to bed, topped and tailed it, edited it and soon all can be read in the TEXT journal. SO yay to that. Therefore I intend to embrace frivolity and topical songs with this song coming up. The old guy and the young woman - it needs no explanation but in some ways its pop Mme Butterfly, only she has the edge! The sheer pantomime is irrepressible! Indeed his rakish baritone and her being that wonderful oxymoron, the coy minx, is such good entertainment that I can't resist it. Let every office party bore see himself in his true light, we should all be able to laugh at ourselves, as Tom does here. In the spirit of the season and weather, Baby Its Cold Out There - enjoy:
