
An atypically uncheerful image of my husband, 1 hour into a 1.5 hour tube ride to Chesham, a northern suburb of London, for a friend's New Year's Eve party (zone 9!)
His frown turned upside down once we arrived and got dancing to Stax Records compilations, chatted with a pirate and enjoyed the sight of Dizzee Rascal singing backup for Boy George on Jools Holland (my admiration for ol' Diz, already quite pronounced, is now without limit - what other star, of hiphop or any other genre, would happily, quasi-anonymously, sing BACKUP for hours on end, before his own performance? A very selfless way to start the New Year, methinks).
Some New York sketches are on the way once things calm down at Aigburth Mansions....but in the meantime, all the glad tidings of the season!
PS And no, for those of you who know Stephen well, the 'stache did not survive the New Year's weekend...more's the pity!