If only I was intelligent enough to be cynical about Christmas. Instead, every year I am lured into the festivities by the smell of cooked alcohol, the mysterious lighting and the handsome, moustachioed wassailers.
Gamine, however, fundamentally lacks Christianity as one of its influences. I cannot
remember broaching this subject before and I am sure you would all like to know our religious inclination. Well, I am basically an animist who proselytises mystical existentialism. Ian claims he is a Marxist and therefore is an atheist; however, I believe he is more of a gnostic agnostic who embraces positive nihilism. When it comes to Christmas, though, we are both partial to a bit of paganism. Once Gamine is properly established as a religion rather then a cult we shall write our doctrine and all these obscurities will be clarified into a beautifully unified practical idealism. In the meantime, do not be ashamed if you are found full of figgy pudding, dancing around a tree, practising only a bit of Gamine fundamentalism
after lunch. We will tone up your spirituality in the New Year. The next performance we give will be all about forgiveness, and with the addition a few new songs there is always the possibility of the odd transcendent experience.