A belated Merry Christmas and a premature Happy New Year. It’s been a quiet one at Chez Snail, in an Edinburgh street that felt practically deserted over Christmas itself. We’ve had a visitor over recent days, so my plans to catch up on end-of-year-lists haven’t amounted to much. (Ash’s new album was great, Suede’s was one of my top three Suede albums and my album of the year, and Jon Hopkins and Mitski were my favourite new finds. You should read James Acaster’s Classic Scrapes, N. K. Jemisin’s Broken Earth trilogy, and Matthew Walker’s Why We Sleep. There you go.)
As with most of this horrible year, politics has crowded out all sorts of things that used to pass through this blog and my head. I would say that I hope 2019 will be better, except we all know what lies ahead for Britain once it gets properly started.
Nevertheless, I hope 2019 will be better.