I live...

And I get invited to very nice Christmas parties, even if they do sometimes involve quite a lot of sub-zero cycling.



(You've to imagine Jingle Bells in a minor key).

There was a feast fit for Asterix too, and a fire made from the still spinning drum of a washing machine, and nobody even tied me to a tree.

I have here a cut of the film soundtrack pitch by Andrea Rocca which I played saw on the other month. It's surprisingly rock-ish. I know who the director is too, but I better not say for now.

{Edit: Oh and I forgot to mention that there were blackbirds singing in the middle of Elephant and Castle roundabout as I cycled home.}