Tim: You may remember Armand’s track Almost Christmas Day that we featured two years back; if you don’t then, well, it seems to have gone from the internet now but you enjoyed it, despite the kids choir. This has precisely no children, and I will be astonished if it doesn’t take a sizeable chunk out of your humbug armour.
Tim: Oh, SO JAZZY.
Tom: So jazzy. And really quite lovely. You know, that introduction did put a small crack in my armour.
Tim: My feeling with that is of a the opening to a festive film set in the 1950s. We start off in some gritty underworld jazz club, old people smoking and looking a tad miserable (who by the end of the film will be considerably cheery), a woman up on the stage singing this and then roll opening credits.
Tom: Huh. Yep, I can see this. Big long Goodfellas-style steadicam shot.
Tim: Gradually we see a montage of the world outside being decorated, people being happy, and then we’re back for the end of it, and the rest can all be written by J J Abrams because apparently he’s good at films and stuff.
Tom: Yep. We’ll find out very soon, won’t we? I’ve got my ticket for the first day. Huh. You know what, I’m almost feeling cheery.
Tim: Hooray! Because enough cinema – basically all you need to know is that, with nine days to go: NEXT STOP IS CHRISTMAS, OH YEAH – THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!!!
Tom: aaaaand you ruined it.
Tim: DAMMIT.
Tom: Back to humbug for now. But it nearly made it through.