Hello there!
It’s 5.30pm here in Salford as I write this. I’ve just fed the furballs and opened a bottle of Rioja. And….breathe.
El Froggo Tremendo is floating around the kitchen. She’s cooking this evening’s dinner. We’ll eat around 9pm and then open the pressies. This is our 20th Christmas together. We met in 2002. For me, the sun rises and sets with her.
I’m in charge of the vinyl. I’m spinning Charles Aznavour, Carla Bruni (I know, Sarkozy is a prick, but Carla’s great), Elvis, and some NOW compilations. Today’s a good day.
Two things. First, thank you for listening to the radio show, for spreading the word about it and for supporting it. It’s our show. I’m just the custodian. That’s not patronising bullshit by the way. That’s the truth. It belongs to you as much as it does to me.
It’s been a hard year. These are scary times. But, and this is an important but, we knew this was coming in some form right? We knew.
We’ll be alright. There’s enough of us.
I wish you and yours a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. By that I mean that I hope 2022 will bring meaningful resistance to the tyrants who would enslave us.
If you’re around tomorrow at 10am UK Time, why not join me for Christmas Morning Melodies? It’s live, so you can message me and chat with me for a couple of hours. I’ll be playing some lovely music. It was great fun last year.
You’re great, you know that right? Every second of every day, the media and politicians gaslight you. They tell you that white is black and black is white. They call you anti-vaxxer or climate change denier. They accuse you of hate speech. That’s an inversion. You don’t hate anything or anyone. You’re about love, family, community, tolerance and loyalty. They fear you, really.
They also hate you because you’re on to them and you’re not going away. Are you? Damn right you’re not. That’s why I love you. You were tuned in to nefarious UN Agendas and the Great Reset long before I opened a mic. I’ve learned so much from you. That’s why I love the phone-ins.
Mind yourself in the coming days. Have fun. Decompress. There’s a battle ahead.
Merry Christmas,
Richie
