Fuck your festive favourite

Festive musak stanks the air as every shop in town will tear the soul from Christmas. Just beware, your cash is disappearing. The crass melodic strain of Wings, where Paul McCartney duly sings of wonder times and Christmas things, my ire is reappearing! Wizards pervert song with kids invades my senses. God forbid he’s onContinue reading “Fuck your festive favourite”