Colliding with Everyone Else

It's December already. It seems like the more years you see, the less you see of them. The countdown to Christmas is on; another few days steeped in tinsel, guilt and mid-strength beer. Thank God for Collider though, they how know the holiday season works: People arrive, people greet, people drink too much, terrible times - in every sense of the word - are had. So what if last year you woke up on Boxing Day nude in a pile of hay? What could be more divine than that? You're gunna be fine.


There is such a great camaraderie in both tracks here. If I were in Sheffield, I would be following whatever star I could to get to one of their shows.