A thought. The tickets. Alexandra Palace. The queue. Ghostly blue hall. Roomy space.

MNEK.

White tights. Break.

Incredible pile of curly ginger hair aka Jess Glynne Right Here to Hold My Hand. Break.

Everybody is getting closer to each other and closer to the stage. Bigger stage, more instruments, more lights. Clean Bandit. Akvile. Amazing lights. Almost too much of sound and too much of singing at the top of our lunga. There’s no place I’d Rather Be. Something Extraordinary, something real... and more. The first gig - tick!

From the stand of the Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer to less known alleys of West End London is in Christmas lights, Christmas trees, Christmas decorations, Christmas windows, tinsel and all things Christmas(y). We have seen it for ten(eleven) times straight and it is as tempting.

Whatever you will choose to do in town right now, it will have at least a faint smell of festives coming. And if it hasn't, you most likely ill run into Santa's on the pub crawl, Big Issue man in Snowman's costume or someone's Christmas party, or tent-venue in the park, or ice rink, or discarded paper cup of muled wine, or... The Puppini Sisters singing Christmas songs:

Off we move on to Winter Wonderland for German style (drinking) experience, and to Ronnie Scott's for old fashioned, slightly sexy ambience and very good jazz. Happy belated  Birthday Indre!

Here follow Christmas parties & outings and there may be an end just about to be seen for all this buzz.