I wonder what twenty year old me would have made of fifty year old me spending Saturday night in a church listening to something as patient and delicate as the music of Marcus Granberg and Skogen.

Christmas tree is up.

Christmas has come early this year.

Winning an Oscar doesn’t seem to have had a huge impact on the number of people willing to come to Cafe Oto to hear someone scrape a guitar on a concrete floor, but that Margarida Garcia set was the best solo guitar performance I’ve heard in years.

Not sure if this fits the bill, but I had a weird urge to listen to this one earlier today, and haven’t really recovered yet.

First festive wallchart is up (and yeah, DO NOT mess with Alma’s Blu tack if you want to live to see Christmas)

After all the toxic anti-lagomorph stuff in the other place, these guys can’t wait to hear what you have to say.

Someone needs to give Herbie a treat before he wanders back to the other place.