I went down to the shore at twilight last night to photograph the moon – as you do – and looked back at the town just beginning to twinkle. Most of Dunbar, including ‘Legoland’, the yellow-brick estate where I live, is a taste-free zone at Christmas. I loathe and detest plastic Santas and snowmen on lawns, and flashing strings of lights festooning bungalows fill my heart with the deepest anxiety. There’s a neighbour who has a reindeer made of white lights. It looks as if it’s squatting to pee. Do reindeer squat to pee? I don’t know. But did you know that the German word for a man who squats to pee is a Sitzpinkel? Cute word. But I digress. I think the townscape is pretty.
* One of the tunes which introduced me to Thelonious Monk’s music was ‘Crepuscule With Nellie’ (named for his wife). It has a semi-recursive melody, where you reach the end of a line and find you’ve started the next verse. Clever, distinctive, unforgettable. “Carve that on my epithet,” as a Spoonerist friend was wont to say.