RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: So here it is Merry Christmas, nobody's having fun

RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: So here it is Merry Christmas, nobody’s having fun

Sadly, but almost inevitably, it looks like Christmas is about to be cancelled, as Boris Johnson caves in to pressure to plunge the country back into lockdown over the festive season.

Ministers are already warning that the rules will be strictly enforced and police chiefs are calling on members of the public to grass up their neighbours who refuse to follow the Rule of Six and other restrictions.

No pantos, no live music, no traditional carol services. It really is going to be a bleak midwinter.

As Mud once sang: ‘It’ll be lonely this Christmas.’ 

So this column has put together a special, star-spangled concert, packed with Christmas favourites to keep you company during the dark days ahead.

RICHARD LITTLEJOHN:No pantos, no live music, no traditional carol services. It really is going to be a bleak midwinter

It was recorded shortly before lockdown in front of a socially-distanced audience at the London Palladium. So let the sleigh ride begin. Feel free to sing along . . .

Laydees and gennulmen, we open our show with a specially rewritten version of an international smash hit.

 It’s just come out as a single, available for download, with all proceeds going to the Marcus Rashford Free School Meals campaign. Here’s Cov-Aid with . . .

Do They Know It’s Christmas?

It’s Christmas time

We’re supposed to be afraid

It’s Christmas time

And what a bloody mess they’ve made.

In our ‘world-class’ country

The NHS can’t cope

So all who enter here

Abandon hope.

You can’t say a prayer

They’ve closed all the churches down

It’s Christmas time

But you can’t go into town.

There’s a world outside your window

It’s a world of fear and dread

Where a kiss on the cheek can kill you

A hug can leave you dead

And the Christmas carol singers

Are nowhere to be seen

They’re banned in case they spread Covid-19.

There’ll be no joy or fun in Weston-Super-Mare

No Hogmanay in Edinburgh, too

The Government’s running scared

And so they are prepared

To stop us having Christmas time at all.

Fantastic. The hits just keep on coming. Of course, no Christmas show would be complete without our next song from Slade. Take it away Noddy . . .

Merry Xmas Everybody

Are you banging up your head against the wall?

Are you waiting for the track and trace to call?

Are you stuck in isolation?

Have you got your PPE?

Did the end of furlough mean redundancy?

So here it is, Merry Christmas,

Nobody’s having fun,

Your kids have no future now

It’s only just begun.

Are you hoping that your marriage will survive?

That you’ll make it out of lockdown still alive?

Your granny’s in a care home

She’s locked up in her room

The only way you can talk to her is Zoom.

So here we are, Merry Christmas,

Nobody’s having fun,

Your kids have no future now

And it’s only just begun.

What are you gonna do,

When you see Chris Whitty on TV again?

Oh-no!

Are you banging up your head against the wall?

Do you think there’s sod all to it, after all?

Do you give a flying monkey’s

About the so-called Chinese plague?

Or will you take the risk that you’ll get Slayed!

So here it is, Merry Covid,

(It’s CO-VID!)

Nobody’s having fun,

Your kids have no future now

It’s time to buy a gun . . .

Thanks, Noddy. Now a brief look ahead to our traditional carol service, recorded a few days ago in the Strangers’ Bar at the House of Commons, shortly before last orders was called at 10pm. It features the choir of the Scientists of Sage, soloist Matt Hancock.

Good King Wenceslas can’t go out,

He’s in isolation,

If he breaks it, we’ll find out,

He’s under observation.

More of that to come in our next programme. Now, something of an exclusive. With their own reworking of a Yuletide smash written by George Michael and first recorded by Wham!, here’s a brand new supergroup formed to represent Conservative constituencies in the North of England. They call themselves Red Wall, and this is . . .

Last Christmas

Last Christmas, we lent you our votes

But sorry to say, you threw them away

Next year, if we’re in the Third Tier

We’ll be voting for someone different . . .

And finally, a very special guest star, direct from Downing Street with his very own version of that Chris Rea seasonal classic, please welcome Dominic Cummings.

I’m driving home for Christmas . . .

(Audience: GET OFF!)

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