The Garden

A blog by Marijn van Hoorn

Losing the Pogues game

Marijn van Hoorn
A costa coffee shop beneath the arch of a railway station.
The scene of the crime.

It was 15:50. I was minding my own business, about to purchase a much-needed hot chocolateα at Newcastle's central stationβ, when it happened.

The boys of the NYPD choir were singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

Entering the station's Costa-brand coffee-shop, a tinny speaker at the back was weakly blaring out the Pogues' “Fairytale of New York”. I held out hope that it could be a remix or a cover, but the closer i got, the clearer the sound, and it quickly became apparent that, apart from Radio 1's censorship of the naughty bits, this was the original. I had lost the Pogues game.

You scumbag, you maggot
You're cheap and you're haggard

I had a good run, surviving for a while after many of my friends had perished. 15 days: almost halfway through December, and three-fifths of the way until Christmas. Let's hope for even better luck next year!