The streets were overrun. Santas everywhere. Sleighs full of alcohol. Random pit stops for carolling.


The cops eventually came round to stop us – considering we were taking up entire streets and causing traffic jams everywhere, probably a good idea. We just dispersed to various bars.

The number of great people I bumped into again (and met for the first time) was astounding. This place keeps getting better.


In the Walls

Have realised, the sound I keep hearing must be a lizard.

Only because, after one month of hearing chirping at night (and thinking it was an animal in the walls, or a bird in its nest outside), I’ve just seen a lizard scurry across my wall.

Weekly news: christmas has arrived.


(One of the less gaudy decorations I’ve seen during my morning ride to work.)