‘Cigar and liquor, old fashioned tavern with a jingling jukebox. Loud crowd gathering around the wooden bar for the chitter and chats, who’s here tonight, you’ve got a pence? It’s whiskey season, pick a boogie. Somebody talks about a Jennifer he brought here 20 years ago, somebody drinks dry gin alone half-wasted like a Degas painting at the corner. But all that drowns in the joyful noise and does not matter no more. It’s Christmas Eve. Let’s toast to that.’ – One Day
