Top five Christmas things
1) Music: Just when I’ve ascertained that I hate all folk music, I remember John Denver’s “Christmas for Cowboys” – the only good Christmas song there is, and probably the only good folk song:
2) Movie: Eyes Wide Shut, uncut. All the non-LED Christmas lights glowing on all the breasts one could ever want in a schmaltzy, psychoanalytical sex cult movie. Must be watched late at night, while slightly depressed. Enchanting.
3) Drink: Forget eggnog (even the vegan kind), forget champagne. Scotch and soda.
4) Gift: Next in the collection of crystals (the Vancouver years) is sulphur. There is a very old store with a rather old rock man in it who is dusting off some large sulphur crystals for me to look at. The best thing about sulphur crystals, besides the theory that they’re formed through a combination of chemical and bacterial action, is that they smell faintly of, yes, sulphur.
5) Venue: The cold, wet, crashy beach. Where else?
Here is a photo of Tom Cruise looking paranoid, which he does quite well:
