Tweenuts (or Oh, Christmas Twee, Oh Christmas Twee)

I'm supposed to be keeping warm in my wind tunnel of a home by completing four years of miserable renovation work, and not by cranking the heating to my preferred "What Grandchildren?" setting and drinking hot toddies.
But there's no one around to stop me. Hah!

Just a quick recommendation today, and a bit on the previous side (although not quite as premature as the early-November Christmas trees dotted around the city; is it depression, escapism, cheery defiance, cheap irony or all of these? - discuss).

It's already spectacularly famous, and probably namechecked in all the usual weekend supplements at this time of year, so accept my apologies if I'm telling you something you already know (a renowned fault of mine), but if you haven't heard the beautiful soundtrack to A Charlie Brown Christmas, by the Vince Guaraldi Trio, do yourself a huge favour and get it right now - it's on the net to buy or steal according to the dictates of your conscience.

You are dead inside if this treasure does not warm any part of you.

Wishing all peace-loving, casually patriotic Scottish types worldwide a happy Saint Andrew's day tomorrow. All non-Scots are welcome to join in. You can guess how we celebrate these occasions.

Kenny xxxxxxxxxx