Last week, as the car was pulling up into the drive to whisk me away for christmassing, I was swearing as my memory disappeared and everything locked up and the internet connection dropped off to a resentful trickle, and there was no last-minute christmas card as I had planned there would be. Instead, in a fit of post-millennial crapness I wished people happy christmas via Facebook status. Lame, Jeremy, lame. Never mind: here's the card now. Santa has no pants on!
This is from Selfridges Christmas windows, where christmas had gone seriously Svarowski sequin glitter sparkle bling. Here's the show
, for anyone (sane) who's been avoiding Oxford Street like the plague. Apparently there were mood lights up and down Regents Street, but I didn't see them :(