The colours of reggae, Boy George's dreams... and Christmas. The decorations have come out in force in our neighbourhood over the last couple of days, and many a house is now flashing away like the collectible objects in a Spectrum platform game. Our immediate neighbour's house looks uncannily like a screen shot of "Jet Set Willy". I'm getting '80s flashbacks here - I keep thinking that, if I just timed it right, I could jump up to their first floor and collect the unidentifiable flashing shape on their roof. That may just be cold virus delirium talking, though.
Makes a pleasant change not to see the usual illuminated tat until a mere fortnight before Christmas. Then again, I haven't been in the centre of town for a while, so will have missed the start of Woolworths' Advent in August.
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