It’s become something of a tradition around this gaff for me to post this for Christmas. (obviously if you prefer you can always listen to (should be thrown of a) Cliff Richard’s simply magisterial rendering of “Mistletoad and Whine”).
So to all of you, a very Happy Christmas!
I once almost spent Christmas in NYC (Christmas Day itself was in Miami - and that was cool - or rather warm enough to swim and then wind-up with a bunch of Jews in a bar on South Beach with a pint (US) from a micro-brewery and a cigar (from Cuba - there are ways and means)). But I spent the night two days before Christmas drinking whiskey and smoking weed on a roof-top in lower Manhattan overshadowed by a pair of of buildings that aren’t there no more. It was bitter cold but the company was excellent and I had my Jack Daniels coat on and a spliff and I was in NYC, somewhat drunk, reasonably stoned, on a roof looking at the Chrysler Building all lit-up and the World was most wonderful. And I was with a gorgeous woman.
I mark that Crimble with a white stone.
So have fun. I shall!