Oh, please. Just don’t, OK?
Even though it all started kicking off around here about three weeks ago, some of us aren’t yet ready to get with the twinkly, ho-ho-ho, gifts piled under the tree, turkey ordered, sprouts boiling, house subsiding under the weight of several thousand outside lights festivities. And don’t get me started on the topic of Slade….
On the subject of Christmas muzak, as I walked up Henley Street to meet R for coffee* in BTP this afternoon, a busker outside Pret was massacring Fairytale of New York – where the boys of the NYPD Choir were allegedly singing Golwar Bay.
I walked on pondering this, and trying to make it into something at least comprehensible:
Golwar Bay?
Golwah Bay??
Gulwah Bay???
Gulwois Bay????
Gaulois Bay?????
Gauloises Bay…..??????
That must be it: the boys of the NYPD Choir enjoy a Disque Bleu along with their Guinness. It probably helps them hit the low bass notes.
* Coffee but no cake, just at the moment. This is because I am in pre-Christmas training, and R is currently on a strict mince pie diet.
R: L2, C2, D5.
