Yule find us on the piste today.
I know what you’re thinking. This is a somewhat tenuous looking festive scene, more of an excuse for a gratuitous Fitz and Van illustration if honest. Still, there is sufficient quantities of the white stuff on display here to provide ample seasonal cover, so if you’re prepared to gaze as myopically at the image as I have been at the words, I think we’ll probably get away with it.
Anyway, it’s Christmas Day and you’re busy – doing creative and interesting things involving a large bird, some vegetables and assorted family members no doubt – so there really isn’t time for deep consideration. But whether you’re celebrating today, tomorrow or have elected to spend the duration under your duvet with a jumbo pack of crisps and a soothing beverage until this whole giddy business is over, I wish you a peaceful, warm, and enjoyable festive day.
I would also like to take a moment to extend my continued gratitude to our band of writers, readers and commentators. Without you all, DTW would be a rather barren space.
But if an image of a Firebird on the piste appears a little incongruent, let us instead enjoy the artwork, and maybe focus for a brief moment upon one of GM’s better pieces of mid-century design. After that, you can get back to your abliguritions, from which I hope you don’t feel too crapulent.
A very Merry Christmas from Driven to Write.
 Well, not all of you – some have celebrated yesterday. Belated greetings if so.
 An 18th century term for spending too much money on food and drink.
 Defined by Samuel Johnson as ‘sickness brought about by intemperance’.