Sunrise, a flat tide and good weather is one of my favourite things to photograph. It starts the day well. I pulled this one out of my archive. The last few days have been dull and very wet. Thank goodness for sequins and festive-season appropriate clothes.

If the weather outside is Frightful

But my sequins are delightful

I will glow, I will glow, I will glow.

I discovered lurex when I was about 5 and performing in a ballet school performance. Wearing twinkly fabric became a secret passion. I am drawn to anything with a bit of twink or metallic embellishments. The clothes of the disco era made my life complete. If I had an ounce of entertaining talent the world of show business would be my twinkling oyster.

Failing that being a host or bar staff at a glamorous gay club would be the perfect career choice. Every day is a sequin day. Drag Queen, for obvious reasons, is an unobtainable goal. I am already a woman, no strapping required.

As things stand in the real world December is my month to shine.

I have a tiny twinkling capsule wardrobe. Four items that can add pizzazz to the day plus a vintage fake tiger fur jacket.

December gives me a pass to sparkle on a daily basis. Doing every day things wearing a little bit of twinkle lifts the spirits . Dog walk in a sequin skirt, obviously I am just walking the dogs before a lunch date. Cryptic black T-shirt how normcore is that?

Maybe this is the point to remember Shane McGowan of The Pogues.

Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, “Won’t see another one”
And then he sang a song
“The Rare Old Mountain Dew”
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in 18 to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They’ve got cars big as bars, they’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you, it’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty, Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You’re a bum, you’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
I could have been someone
Well, so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me, babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day

Not all contemporary Christmas music is money-making goop. Link below.

Appropriately dressed for December.

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