Tomorrow, December 25th, is Shane MacGowan's birthday. It's a wondrous thing. He's spent most of his life as a moving train wreck. He even managed to get himself thrown out of The Pogues, a group he founded. Between 1983 and 1985, he wrote the last great Christmas song written in the 20th century, and it hasn't been topped yet.
This song is important to stevil for many reasons. Back around 1973 or so, when such things just weren't done and could have caused bodily injury, I remember giving in to the moment in the East 70's of NYC and kissing a special guy openly on the street corner as we danced through the night... Everyone should get such a moment.
I loves ya baby.