It was Christmas Eve, babe . . .

The landlady and a friend sang the Pogues' duet during the Carols at the local pub.  It was delightful, particularly as their audience could join in, lubricated as they were with beer and mulled wine.  It was tremendous fun, helped by the carols being in the right key for me.

The pub has had a somewhat difficult time, passing from normal landlord a few years ago to a celebrity chef who tried it as a gastro-pub rather than catering to locals just dropping in.  The landlady has changed it back to a decent place with reliable food, a very pleasant place to have about 5 minutes' walk down the hill (slightly more to return uphill).