It was with a heavy heart that I recently jetisonned my VCR, a boon companion to me through eleven years of soaring highs and harrowing lows. And some mediocres. After a prolonged struggle, it had finally died, a blessing in the end. With a shiny new set top box/recorder taking care of all our copyright infringement needs, a replacement was not especially required. So along with it went my ageing collection of videos. Nothing especially distinguished, just a bunch of B movies and stuff recorded off TV. That is, aside from The Junky's Christmas.
The Junky's Christmas is a quarter hour of stop-motion animated pleasure, narrated by William S Burroughs and based on one of his short stories. I recorded it on a whim many moons ago and it slowly became a tradition in the variety of houses in which I lived, to always watch it on Christmas. Something about it's bleak black-and-white narrative of a junky desperately trying to score on Christmas Eve just screams yuletide cheer. It does, in fairness have a fairly happy ending. Hope that doesn't spoil it for you.
Anyway, in an attempt to alleviate my grief over having so cruelly cast as ide the beloved tape I turned to another, more recent, love of my life: Youtube. And lo, there it was:
Will there ever be anything as Christmassy as Bill Burroughs mumbling his way through a two thousand word short story?
Answer: no.
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