Tonight I have been getting in to the Christmas spirit, preparing for the present wrapping and swirling delicate ribbons into long loose curls whilst watching my all time favourite Christmas film, Miracle on 34th Street, and munching on my first mince pie of the season. Talk about clichés, I know. Then, during the finale of the film, where I am yet again, screeching at the screen that I too, believe, believe in Santa Clause, I decided my time would be better spent making some sassy swirls to be worn to some swanky festivities. So the deliciously wrapped present idea was short lived, one hour and forty eight minutes to be precise, here’s to trusty tin foil, the most efficient, effective and shiny wrapping paper ever invented, and here’s to another new fascinating fascinator creation by yours truly.
It’s a Manc’s life. Oasis, the parker, oatcakes! Ay-upp, up north really does have it all, and along with these gems we have Manchester to thank for is their Christmas Market, responsible for turning even the biggest scrooge into a soppy bundle of love and cheer after a good old fashioned nosh and booze up.
I am going to keep this short and sweet and let the boys do the talking through some of the most famous, beautifully put song lyrics known to Mancunians and mankind. These are some family photos of our whirlwind visit to the glorious town. Cheese.
These could be the best days of our lives. But I don’t think we’ve been living very wise.
And all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead us there are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don’t know how. Because maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me, and after all you’re my wonderwall.