Nice pickup line now that I think about it.
So about Christmas, I don’t like it, the whole shop-til-you-drop concept is not me. And Christmas doesn’t seem to have a lot to do with Christmas any more, that’s maybe the biggest problem. I hate Christmas songs (except the one with Billy Mack) and the false sentimentality connected to it. The only thing I like about Christmas are the shopping lights in Regent Street (Thank you London) and sending Christmas cards. And receiving them, of course.
So in between script writing and daydreaming (more of the latter) I have designed a brand new The Girl card which I am going to have printed in a card shop in a special very limited edition. It is not your typical Christmas card, there is no Christmas tree on it nor any other Christmas ornaments. It’s more a New Year card to be honest, and it is a double one, in full colour. And there is the quote, of course. Well you know the style.
Now here is the deal. Do you want me to send you one?
If yes, the only thing you have to do is to send me a card back. And it doesn’t have to be a Christmas card, it may be any card.
If you want a card, send me your address and I’ll send you mine. The reason why I am annoying you with this already now is because I have to order somewhere at end of the month. The cards will of course not be send before somewhere in December.
Closed for sign up. All cards are booked!
Update : the card I will send is not the card shown here! It’s a new one.
Apart from all this, I was caught by passion yesterday, late, it was late (I have to use that in my defence) , too much Yorkshire Tea (listen to that voice and you want Yorkshire tea too) and a bag of those pink shrimps again. All that turned out to be a very dangerous combination. Before I knew it I had done it. More about that later.
It is raining in London today.
Ain’t no sunshine …