i am sparticus: Christmas #1

Christmas #1

This morning I woke up and thought, ISN'T IPSWICH CHRISTMASSY! Okay, so it wasn't my first thought, but it was only preceded by "oh dear me is that the time already?" and "I guess no-one texted me last night" and those thoughts are inextricably Pavlovianly linked with my alarm going off and my phone going on. That's how Christmassy Ipswich is, that it was my THIRD THOUGHT THIS MORNING. In fact, so confident am I of Ipswich's superior Christmas skills to Edinburgh that I'm not even going to take this first day seriously. Check it out.

Look, even with a rubbish camera phone Ipswich still fills your heart with sleigh bells and the love of mince pies.

The leave-less trees, the bold Christmas pine, the beauty of the Cornhill silhouetted against the crisp winter sky and oh my word are those Dickensian stall keepers I see before me? Core Blimey Guv! In the immortal words of The Pogues "'You’re a bum' 'You’re a punk' 'You’re an old slut on junk'"

Yes it's dark, but doesn't that just make the plaintive light of the Christmas tree shine out even stronger? Doesn't it tug at the very strings that tie your purse to your heart? Charity and a Christmas tree, what could be more festive?

Sarah posts a response / presponse. She tries hard, but if that's the Christmassy-ness of Edinburgh expressed well then I think it's safe to say I'm not going to struggle beating her puny website into submission.