"Is it a good song? Well of course it is- don't be stupid!" That was me and me having our annual Christmas argument about a song that is both rousing and poetically written, and that takes a different look at a holiday that's normally so delicious, wobbly and sugar-coated it could pass for an M&S crème brulee.
There's no doubt that this time of year offers more opportunities to stretch our vocal prowess whether singing in church, joining in a few impromptu carols at the local train station or yodeling along to Julie Andrews on Christmas Day after a few glasses of port. In fact, it's almost impossible to avoid the strains of festive songs whether we're in the supermarket, on public transport or at a street corner.
There were crowd crushes, there were flares, there were naked guys climbing up towers and there were bloody noses. But aside from all the ominous scenes and injured gig goers that have dogged the headlines since Saturday, The Libertines at Hyde Park was a much needed injection of much-missed rock and roll.
A year ago I lost my job, felt sorry for myself for 48 hours and then got back on the bus and started my own phenomenally successful (almost) media consultancy. My latest playlist selection was, I thought, entirely random. But today I realised it's not - it's all about me. Or at least me and work - losing, winning and everything in between.