What Can Do?

On the coming of Christmas and joys of artist merch

Many years ago, we shared a backyard with a gorgeous older Greek lady, Rachil, who - at the beginning of every December – would set to work cleaning every surface, weeding the garden, washing and shaking out all the bed clothes and house linens for hours on end, and generally working herself to the bone in socks and sandals with a fag in her mouth, sometimes hooked up to oxygen at the same time, while moaning ‘Christmas is coming!’ over and over like he was an evil inspector who was going to grade her on cleanliness.