The exploits and listenings of a gay Londoner
Friday, January 25, 2002
Of all the songs to get stuck in your head while hungover in the bath on a grey Friday morning.
Gow-day-tay, Gow-day-tay, Christu Sess-nah-toos, ex Maria virgin ay, Gow-day-tay.
Yes, it's that folk-meets-prog-meets-Gregorian-chant-Christmas-compilation-staple
. Steeleye bloody Span? Please, make it go away.
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