alexa BlackBook: The Naughty List: ‘Walking Dead’ Star Norman Reedus Gets into the Holiday Spirit with Marilyn Manson

 

OF course actor Norman Reedus and Marilyn Manson would go way back. The star of The Walking Dead and the musical antichrist used to run in the same LA circles during their “Superstar Girlfriend” periods in the late ’90s, when Manson was dating actress Rose McGowan and Reedus was with supermodel Helena Christensen.

A couple of decades later, Reedus has been chasing flesh-eaters for eight seasons on The Walking Dead, while Manson has branched out into TV himself, appearing on Sons of Anarchy and the supernatural Salem. Both 48, they’re now also partially bionic: Manson had steel pins put in his leg after he was injured this fall by a falling prop during his sold-out tour. Reedus’ titanium eye socket came courtesy of a motorcycle accident in 2005.

Suffice it to say the two spiritual brethren had plenty to talk about — from the timeless (Manson’s crush on Reedus’ co-star Jeffrey Dean Morgan) to the seasonally appropriate (their mutual history of horrifying holiday gifts). — Michael Martin

 

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MM: So Norman. What was your worst holiday experience?

NR: I ended up in Copenhagen one Christmas. There’s this thing there — they go to the park and have tea and cake. It’s a beautiful park, but it’s full of flowers. So there’s bees everywhere, swarming your head. It’s awful. I don’t like bees and spiders and stuff.

MM: You’re gonna freak out, and I’m not making this up. I’m sitting here with the ABC and XYZ of Bee Culture. They’re sort of comparable to zombies — they take the pollen and all return to the Queen Bee.

NR: Dude, this morning here in Georgia, I saw a giant spider — I mean the size of a pickle — and five or six giant webs that go from the top of the second level all the way down to the ground. The other night, Jeffrey [Dean Morgan] and I were peeking at these huge spiders, the size of your fists. And we start tweeting, “Anyone know what this spider is?” I think it’s called an Orb spider.

MM: I think I read about those. I once had this spider web that went all the way across my driveway, and I almost ran into a spider the size of a golf ball. It was terrifying. I looked it up on the interwebs: It was a Hobo Spider. I shot it with a pellet gun, and spider guts came out of it. But I felt the need to — it was threatening my life.

NR: When I was really little, I woke up in bed and there was a little spider next to my head on the wall in the corner. I took clear scotch tape and just taped it there and left it. And I woke up the next two mornings and there were millions of little baby spiders on the wall next to my bed. I don’t know if this has to do with my fear of creepy crawly things, but I’m not cool with creepy crawly things, or things that buzz in my ear.

MM: So I’m not putting spiders and bees in your gift basket. Have you ever wildly missed missed the mark with a holiday gift you’ve given?

NR: I gave a girlfriend of mine a little brown taxidermy bunny in a pink bag. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. It was a cute little bunny. And she opened up the paper bag and started crying, because she used to have a bunny that looked just like that that died a horrible death. That gift went horribly south.

MM: But sometimes the gift that makes a girl cry is nice. It’s good for the ozone, global warming. The tears of a woman can be the greatest gift of all to the Earth.

NR: This isn’t Brooklyn. Nothing grew out of the ground from tears. She just burst into tears — it was awful. What’s the craziest gift you ever got?

MM: A taser from my friend, and from my girl, a trench knife.

 

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NR: Are you in the hospital right now?

MM: I’m in a hospital-type bed that I created in my living room. My injury was in New York, but I went home to L.A. to get the surgery. When I get the cast off, I’ll see what happens. It sucks.

NR: Are you going back on tour after your leg heals?

MM: Absolutely. You’re in Atlanta right now, aren’t you?

NR: Yep, I’m in Georgia until Thanksgiving and then I go on to the motorcycle show. I’d love to have you there; I’ll make that work.

MM: It all ties together in a certain way. I tricked my way onto Sons of Anarchy because it was one of my father’s favorite shows, to make him happy. And my dad used to have a Honda. But it was a cool Honda.

NR: Hondas are cool.

NR: I just burnt my leg on a tail pipe. I had to walk through a swamp with a giant burn on my leg. I think it got infected.

MM: Were you not wearing pants?

NR: I was actually in my underwear. I was moving bikes. I was out in the woods so I could walk around in my underwear. I think I’m from the country, but I’m not. I pretend I am.

MM: You should be a genuine hillbilly, which I am. I lived in Ohio, but my dad taught me how to shoot a gun when I was 7. Then I got my first bow and arrow. The first thing I did with it was I pulled it back and told my cousin to run. He ran into this field, and I shot it and hit him right in the ass. My father gave me a knife, and I stabbed my cousin’s leg with it automatically. I never got that knife back.

NR: You give people knives and they attack you with them. At least you didn’t have to have sex with your cousin.

 

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MM: What are we asking Santa Claus for for Christmas this year?

NR: I kinda want a dog. I haven’t had one since I was a kid. My cat’s an asshole, so I kinda want a dog. A little Mad Max dog. What do you want for Christmas?

MM: What do I want for Christmas? I want for Christmas, I want to have a little tussle with Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

NR: Like a sleepover?

MM: Yeah, like a sleepover.

NR: Or like, you want to punch him in the face?

MM: No, no, like a sleepover. I want to smell his pomade, I want to inhale his essence.

NR: I don’t know how I’m going to make that work, but I’m going to get you that for Christmas.

MM: I want a remake of Showgirls but performed by me, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and you.

NR: I want you on a stage singing “Tiny Bubbles.” That’s what I want. And maybe a koi pond.
I’d like to wear Rocky Balboa’s shorts, gloves, and “Italian Stallion” robe for a night.

MM: In the porno film or in Rocky?

NR: I never saw the porno film.

MM: I never did either. So back to the list — I’ll get you a dog.

NR: Yeah, get me a puppy! If you come to Atlanta at all, Jeff and I live like five houses from each other. We hang out and ride motorcycles all the time.

MM: Are you trying to make me jealous?  I should’ve been a sports star. I used to be a skating champion. When that was a thing, back in the era of roller skating. I lost my ability. One of my favorite gifts for Christmas were these Blue Spruce skates. They were long and wide, sort of like skateboards but pre-skateboard. And they made my afternoons in Ohio when I was about 12, wearing iron-on t-shirts, of course.

NR: I think I remember those skates — they were black with white stripes, yeah?

MM: Yeah, that’s exactly the ones I had. I remember my mom saved up for a couple of months to get those for Christmas for me.

NR: What are your plans for the holidays this year?

MM: I don’t celebrate Christmas. Halloween is my favorite holiday. As a kid, I wanted to dress up every day. And now that’s my life. If I went to a Marilyn Manson costume contest I would lose, because they would not believe what I look like. You know what would be funny? If on Christmas we went to Hollywood Boulevard as impersonators of ourselves. Would we get away with it? That’d be hilarious.

NR: Yes! I’ll be you, you be me.

MM: Let’s go on a date — the two sexiest men in the world at once. The world woke up to it.
Except I gotta be me with a crippled leg and a wheelchair.

NR: And you’re going to tussle with Jeffrey on Halloween. It’s going to be the greatest ever.

MM: Perfect.

 

Norman’s Wish List

1. A dog.
2. A koi pond: “I want it to light up from the bottom, with fluorescent paint.”
3. A flamethrower.
4. A couple of robots “that clean your floor when you’re not at home.”
5. To meet and go on a motorcycle ride with Cher.

 

Marilyn’s Wish List

1. An outdoor pool, “above-ground white-trash-style.”
2. A flamethrower.
3. “A life-size statue of a three-headed creature that is me, Norman Reedus and Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”
4. “A remake of Showgirls with me, Norman Reedus and Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”
5. Pop Rocks.

 

 

 

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This Just In: DJs Erick Morillo & Afrojack Join Pacha Benefit

This old guy once wrote: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way…." The quote begins Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities.  He continued  "…in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only." Mr. Dickens offered this tome in 1859, but was referring back to the French Revolution days. He might as well have been talking about now, for New York is a tale of two cities. While many of us are sipping lattes and talking football and going to parties, others are struggling in the cold, displaced and in despair.  It is the worst of times for so many of our neighbors while most of us are busy as bees, forgetting the destruction and "inconvenience" the storm brought, and readying for the holidays.

Last night at BINGO at Hotel Chantelle, a packed house laughed and squealed with joy as regular hosts Murray Hill and Linda Simpson returned to the stage after a two-week Sandy-induced hiatus. They were joined by Michael Musto who proved to be a joy. Like almost every event worth mentioning these days, this night was dedicated to raising money for victims of Sandy. Specifically, BINGO raised much-needed funds for the Ali Forney Center which was flooded by the imperfect storm. Homeless LGBTQ homeless youth can drop in when they need a place. 

Tonight I will party like nothing ever happened at The Electric Room where the dapper Nick Marc will celebrate yet another birthday. Partner-in-crime Justine D. will DJ. Kodi Najm of Hypernova will host. There are rumors of a proper English celebration with everyone involved partaking in heavy drinking and partying. This is rock and roll, followed by some rock and roll and then quite a bit more rock and roll. I’ll be there.

Tomorrow night, Richie Romero will celebrate his birthday and has tasked me to open up for real DJs Jesse Marco and ?uestlove. This affair is at 1OAK and I am very excited about it. I love the staff of OAK and, of course, Mr. Romero. As is his way, Richie was complaining about his age and other trivialities. I’m going to play tracks older than him to cheer him up. I reminded him that I have shoes that are older than he.

As I wrote the other day, I will then whisk myself up to Pacha for their Help Heal New York Sandy benefit where they have me bartending. Since I will have my CDs and headphones with me, I stand ready to pitch in if one of the following DJs fail to deliver: DANNY TENAGLIA, FRANCOIS K, SUNNERY JAMES & RYAN MARCIANO,  Chainsmoker, SHERMANOLOGY, DANNY AVILA, D BERRIE, AUDIEN HARRY, CHOO CHOO ROMERO, SHAWNEE TAYLOR (live), CARL KENNEDY, HECTOR ROMERO ,DAVID WAXMAN, CEVIN FISHER ,THEO, HEX HECTOR, PAUL RAFFAELE, CODES, ROXY COTTONTAIL ,SAZON BOOYA, DALTON, SIK DUO, CARL LOUIS & MARTIN DANIELLE, PAIGE, BAMBI and THAT KID CHRIS. 

Just added as we go to press are superstar DJs Erick Morillo and Afrojack. This is a serious not to be missed event. There are some fabulous surprises that, because of conflicts and dotted i’s and such, can’t be listed here but will be appreciated there. Among that illustrious crew are DJs from my management company 4AM. Chainsmokers are whisking in from Singapore and are off on tour but are stopping by for this fundraiser. Dalton has been debuting his new house tracks along the Northeast corridor, making stops in D.C., Boston, and Philly. 4AM just booked me for New Year’s Eve … yeah, it’s coming up fast.

Please help those still without, and as the holidays approach, be aware of those unable to have a normal celebration. Help where you can.

Rating The Plot Lines In ‘Love Actually’

It’s the day before Christmas and all through the house are the sounds of Love Actually coming from the living room, because tradition in our house is for my mother to watch that movie over and over again while I hide in my room and listen to normal music. I have seen this damn movie so many times. At first I loved it. Then I found it slightly annoying. And now I hate it. But let’s be real: it’s not all bad. Here’s a quick little guide to the best and worst story lines in this madcap Christmas romantic comedy.

GREAT: Harry and Karen

This is definitely the best plot line of the film. Can’t we all agree? First of all, of course Alan Rickman and Emma Thompson would have the best/worst marriage in cinema. It only makes sense for that marriage to be depicted in the best/worst Christmas movie ever made. But not only is this story the strongest, writing wise, it’s consistently the one that tears everyone apart. The scene in which Karen discovers that her husband is probably cheating on her with his tarty (tarty! British!) secretary and she cries along to Joni Mitchell? Don’t act like you haven’t dramatically reacted to every minor life crisis the exact same way.

AWFUL: Jamie and Aurelia

Colin Firth is all Mister Darcy over the fact that his girlfriend sleeping with his brother, so he has to run away to sunny France for Christmas so he can spend the holiday alone and write a novel on his typewriter. Who uses a typewriter?! This ain’t Brooklyn, Jamie. Luckily, he has a hot Portuguese cleaning lady who he falls in love with, and it’s an interesting take on class status in Europe. Ha ha, just kidding, but isn’t it hilarious when Jamie can’t speak Portugese really well at the end? (Nope.)

GREAT: David and Natalie

Sure, it’s kind of weird that this plot line about the Prime Minister and a member of his staff devotes a few scenes to the Iraq war and disparages the United States presidency with a composite of George W. Bush and Bill Clinton (Southern, ass-grabbing) played by Billy Bob Thornton. And then, you know, the Prime Minister falls in love with someone on his staff. But he doesn’t grab her ass! Instead, he dances to the Pointer Sisters. (Ah, those Brits, always making me ask the question, “Is he gay or just English?”) But Hugh Grant is adorable as hell in this, and props to the since-unseen Martine McCutcheon for looking cute as a button and looking like a normal human woman with a real, bangin’ body.  

AWFUL: Sarah and Karl

Why does Laura Linney live in London? What is going on with her mentally ill brother? Why does he call so much? Why does she have a thing for Karl? (OK, that answer is obvious.) Why does Karl string her along? Why does Karl drop her based entirely on the fact that she has a mentally ill brother who calls her too much? I dunno, Karl, maybe you not be a dick for a second and a half and realize that maybe you could take the lady out on a date instead of just trying to bang her after the company holiday party? Or maybe Sarah should wise up and realize that Karl—his name is Karl, for Christ’s sake—is kind of a jag off and maaaaybe she shouldn’t shit where she eats? She already has enough on her plate with her brother, you know?

GREAT: Daniel and Sam

How awkward is it to watch Love Actually now that Natasha Richardson has died? Obviously Liam Neeson’s character would deal with the death of his wife by breaking the necks of a lot of evil Europeans. Or wolves, or something. Luckily, this story line focuses on the love between Daniel and his stepson, Sam. Sam, who is the most adorable child in the history of film, steals everyone’s hearts with his sad face and his mussy hair and his obsession with the American girl who is really only in this movie to remind everyone how awesome “All I Want For Christmas Is You” is. But like Harry and Karen’s story, this plot line is one of the best because it walks the line between heartwarming and heartbreaking.

THE WORST: Mark, Juliet, and Peter

Hey, Mark? If you’re in love with your best friend’s new wife, maybe you should stop hanging around them and filming their wedding and showing up at the door to profess your love to her with some silly Bob Dylan-style speech-with-cue-cards thing. ‘Cause that is some bullllllllshit. You are a terrible person. And Juliet? Don’t think you’re off the hook for kissing him. I know you think he’s sweet and everything, but you have a husband inside the house—right there inside the house—so maybe you shouldn’t participate in his terrible, evil best friend’s efforts to break you two apart because he’s kind of a selfish, sad puppy of a man. And Peter? Pull your head out of your ass. Shit is going down all around you and you’re too busy organizing choirs to sing to your wife. 

GREAT: John and Judy

Tits, basically. And Martin Freeman. So thumbs up!

THE WEIRDEST: Billy Mack and Joe

We can blame this movie for Bill Nighy’s weird career, right? But even I don’t even know what the hell is going on in this one. Sure, I’m beginning to get "Christmas Is All Around" stuck in my head for the rest of the week, and a British bromance is darling, I suppose. But nothing about the resolution of this story—basically, the image of two old Brits sitting around on Christmas eve, hugging and watching porn together—makes me want to do anything but vomit all of the cinematic eggnog I’ve willingly accepted for nearly two-and-a-half hours. 

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The Miserabilist Presents The Twelve Saddest Christmas Songs Ever

Christmas songs are the epitome of pop culture tradition. Some people don’t believe it’s time to get in the spirit of the holiday until they hear Wham’s “Last Christmas” piping out of a J. Crew speaker. And sprouting up within the tradition of “merry” Christmas songs is a tradition of sad-as-Hell holiday songs, which range here from 1930’s murder ballads to Low’s “Taking Down the Christmas Tree.” All prove that Charlie Brown isn’t the only one thinking “there must be something wrong with me… Christmas has come, but I’m not happy.”

Private Charles Bowen & The Gentlemen From Tigerland – “Christmas in Vietnam” (1967)

Charley Jordan and Mary Harris – No Christmas Blues (1935)

Kitty Wells – “Christmas Ain’t Like Christmas Anymore” (1962)

Low – “Taking Down The Christmas Tree” (1999)

Vince Guaraldi – “Christmas Time Is Here” (1965)

The Emotions – “What Do The Lonely Do At Christmas” (1973)

The Carolina Buddies – “The Murder Of The Lawson Family” (1930)

Merle Haggard – “If We Make It Through December” (1973)

Elvis Presley – “Blue Christmas” (1957)

The Orioles – “It’s Gonna Be (A Lonely Christmas)” (1948)

Joni Mitchell – “River” (1971)

Judy Garland – “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” (1944)

Twenty Christmas Gifts I’m Still Waiting For

If your parents had any intention of not raising a willful, spoiled psychopath, then it’s likely they didn’t buy you everything you ever demanded from them. That’d be madness. Being a good mom or dad means saying “no” sometimes. But that doesn’t make it any less painful. So here are some prayed-for presents I’ve yet to find under the tree—in case anyone out there feels like making some old (yet reasonable) dreams come true.

Nintendo.

The original. The best. The only.

Super Nintendo.

THE EVEN BETTER NINTENDO. Come on, it’s got “Super” right in the name? How do you not buy this?

Nintendo 64.

The last Nintendo I will ever ask for, cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Swear.

Sega Genesis.

What? You can’t play Sonic the Hedgehog on Nintendo. Jeez.

Red Power Wheels Jeep.

At the time I originally asked for it I was already too tall and lanky to fit in one. Plus I started asking questions about why real cars aren’t electric.

Certificate that entitles bearer to quit Little League.

I think this would have allowed everyone in the father-son relationship to save face.

A cooler, more expensive chemistry set than the one I actually received on Christmas day, 1996.

Which I found before Christmas, while snooping around in the basement. Later I smoothly reminded my mother that maybe she should double-check which chemistry set I had asked for. She told me to stop snooping around in the basement.

Giant trampoline.

FYI, the one my younger siblings got while I was off at college absolutely does not count, except as a knife in my back.

Water gun that, when full, is too heavy to actually use.

Should have an enormous backpack component and cannon-like attachment. Should run out of water after being fired one and a half times.

Doom II on CD-ROM.

Hey, it’s not Nintendo, right? I’m just looking for any alternative to going over to my friend’s house to watch him play this.

Live dinosaur.

Small, obviously. I would take such good care of it, and not give it people food.

Massive inheritance.

I’m not saying kill one of my relatives. But if you could make one of my relatives stinking rich and convince them that I’m their natural heir and then kill them, go for it.

Portable TV set.

You could watch TV anywhere with this! Annoying untold thousands of innocents!

Two weeks at Space Camp.

Realistically, a lifetime appointment to Space Camp. You just know you’ll never want to leave.

Literally anything the contestants won on Double Dare. 

It could have been the junkiest skateboard ever, some consolation toy for when your family couldn’t get past stage one of the final obstacle course, and I’d be jealous.

Unstealable bike.

Not that I wouldn’t love to file another police report.

Used car with CD player.

Would do anything for this, up to and including my regular chores.

Permission to be alone in bedroom with girlfriend with the door closed.

Respect my autonomy, you guys.

Ounce of psychedelic mushrooms.

They are next to impossible to find these days, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.

“We’re skipping church this year.”

Instead we’re going to that new Belgian place for waffles and Bloody Marys. Also, we paid off all your student loan debt.

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Sufjan Stevens Completes Your Seasonal Music Collection With Rap Mixtape

Holiday rap music is a frequently recorded but highly underappreciated genre. Surely, most connoisseurs of both hip-hop and Christmas tunes know the most tried-and-true standards—Run-D.M.C.’s “Christmas In Hollis,” Kurtis Blow’s “Christmas Rappin’”—and those who maybe don’t exhibit the same appreciation for the genre still looked up that video of DMX singing “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” But the genre still has just so much potential, so many tracks left unnoticed and so many holiday raps to even attempt, and who better than to bring seasonal rap to the Twitterin’, content-farmin’ masses than the ultimate Christmas music overachiever himself… Sufjan Stevens?

Of course Sufjan Stevens made a free Christmas rap mixtape, on top of Silver & Gold, the five-album new holiday set released last month. Of course he did. And of course it’s called Chopped and Scrooged, which, if you’re going to make a Christmas rap mixtape with a punny name addressing both of these qualities, you might as well make it something as great as that.

You’re probably reading this and not even batting an eye. And the roster of artists he compiled is as varied as his own cross-genre festive material. Heems (formerly of Das Racist) opens the mixtape with the commanding “The Boy With A Star on His Head,” a decidedly less jovial holiday rap than, say, “Christmas In Hollis,” but still effective, especially with the weird, atmospheric middle section from Stevens. Elsewhere, bounce master Nicky Da B invites Santa Claus over for an NSFW rendezvous on the scandalous and very fun “Christmas in the Room” and Kitty Pryde (who previously tweeted about the album) addresses Kris Kringle in a different manner, asking for gifts in the form of “Implants and Yankee Candles.” You can download the mixtape here or stream it via AsthmaticKitty’s SoundCloud below.

Get Ready For Winter Presents

Wait a minute—are you people still celebrating nominally monotheistic holidays? WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THAT, knock it off! There’s no such thing as Hanukkah, Christmas or…well I guess Ramadan was in August this year. Regardless, no such thing as that, either. There is only the secular, mutually beneficial, materialist gift exchange known as Winter Presents. This year it falls on December 20, so get shopping.

Traditionally, Winter Presents occurs on a day that has no affiliation with earlier pagan or modern religious celebrations. Ideally, it takes place in an apartment that nobody has bothered to decorate for the occasion, with a quite small group of people that mostly just feel stress and embarrassment when it comes to the receipt and bestowal of presents. Music is permitted, but it can’t be about snow, reindeer, or things made out of clay. By and large, the gifts themselves should not be surprising—rather, they should be exactly what one expects.

Once every Winter Present (maximum: 4) has been opened, it’s time to go back to living your life as if nothing happened. All in all, the ceremony shouldn’t take more than five minutes. Fold up the gift bags you used instead of wrapping paper and put them back in the closet for next year. Polite expressions of gratitude are in order, but don’t go overboard. You’ll want to save some conversational energy for December 31, when you celebrate Don’t Leave The House Night.

Behold “Santa Is Your UPS Man,” The Anti-Christmas Carol

Children, cover your ears.

In a viral video that’s too adorable to have been a UPS commercial, an Arkansas UPS delivery guy named Ken Jones has a funny little ditty called Santa Is Your UPS man, sung to the tune of Walking In A Winter Wonderland

And because corporations are assholes, he makes sure to say at the very end that he filmed this tune during a scheduled break. (You know he had to say that or else they’d fire his ass.) 

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John Travolta And Oliva Newton-John Have Officially Ruined Christmas

Remember how John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John released that Christmas album? Ha ha ha, ho ho ho, etc. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right? I mean, these two have a lot of money to devote to their passion vanity projects! And they’re a pair of terrific singers and actors, so there’s no way the songs would be bad or, God forbid, there be a shitty video for one of the songs, right? Well, sweet Baby Jesus is rolling over in his manger. Christmas is cancelled as far as I’m concerned. 

Will no one think of Kelly Preston this Christmas?

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