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" /> It’s Christmas Eve and, baby, it’s cold outside. – Wolfie Wolfgang

It’s Christmas Eve and, baby, it’s cold outside.

As the old song goes, baby, it’s cold outside. Here in Sussex and all over England, we’ve being having that traditional English experience, getting wet in the rain. Actually, the rain been even heavier than normal and it’s been pretty windy too as you can see from these photographs of Brighton, taken yesterday just six miles south of where I live.

That song was warning, baby, not to go out but to stay inside in the warm and, in the case of those lyrics, get up to all sorts, in the spirit of romance. It’s good advice if you’re lucky like me and have no travel plans over the Christmas holidays. I’m in the mood to snuggle down for the festive season.

I like feasting and believe that those ancient folk who decided that, at least here in Northern Europe, this is all you should do at this time of year when daylight last only about five minutes and, yes, when it rains and it rains and it rains.

Nearly all is gather in now for the Christmas feast day here in Lewes, so last night, with the wind howling down the chimneys, I decided it was appropriate to have a small glass of Bowmore single malt whisky, distilled on the island of Islay, the land of my ancestors, in Bowmore, where generations of my family were married in the 18th and 19th centuries.

It must’ve worked because, there are signs of hope for the weather improving for Christmas day itself.

I won’t worry though because not only have I got a supply of Islay whisky but, my son Henry is staying and, fortunately, he also doubles up as an excellent Father Christmas. I’ve got over the psychological problems of being Father Christmas’ father and plan to enjoy myself no matter how cold it is outside.

If you need to hear that song after this,  and admit it, you do, here it is,  written by Frank Loesser, in the 1949 film Neptune’s Daughter (director Edward Buzzell) starring Esther Williams and Red Skelton:


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STEPHEN DEARSLEY’S SUMMER OF LOVE BY COLIN BELL

My novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love, was published  on 31 October 2013. It is the story of a young fogey living in Brighton in 1967 who has a lot to learn when the flowering hippie counter culture changes him and the world around him.

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