Let steeple bells be swungen

E'en so here below, below,
Let steeple bells be swungen,
And io, io, io,
By priest and people sungen.



I can think of no finer Yuletide verse to recite in sonorous yet ponderous tones on a Christmas Eve.

Thanks and Merry Christmas to you all - readers, bloggers and especially commenters.

It's been a big year on Think of England. We have been binge-drinking and shooting, given up consumerism and retreated to the hills with Ed Will and Ginger to pick blackberries. We have encountered Paul Kingsnorth, Swineshead, Muggsy Spanier, Jase Rooney, Doc Johnson, a leisure centre manager and John Portsmouth Football Club Westwood, amongst a host of other characters. Critically, Brit Jnr entered the scene. We have partied with Black Lace, divided up the animals, rescheduled Radio 4, performed some thrilling Pavement Panto, scoffed some cupcakes and rewritten pop music history. We have been to the Windy City and the Guernsey Tomato Museum.

We have learnt nothing.

As ever, be good, listen to the Baked Potato and see you on the other side.