Mobius, Christmas, and Other Assorted Nonsense

And just like that, another year at Mobius comes to a close!

Our wonderful Senior PR Account Executive, Lorn Elvin, and our Distribution Manager, George Rennie, have penned a poem to see out 2023. Do you recognise anyone featured...?

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Soho
The pantos were calling “No it isn’t, oh no!”
Here in Bloomsbury, nestled amidst festive cheer,
Team Mobius look back on a jam-packed year.

We got happy with Garry, he’s truly a Starr,
Sh!tfaced Showtime tossed pennies into a swear jar,
Then came Candy and Apples (and Snakes), O what treats!
Enough sugar to give you Dia-Beat-Es…

What with We Need New Names giving coming-of-age,
Many Fairytales, Fables, Nonsense off the page,
We were Casting the Runes with Lost Spells: Flabbergasted!
A Merchant of Venice whose legacy lasted.

In a Cabaret Bunker at night we were dancing
Too Much World at Once, it was truly entrancing.
Smooth jazz, swelling symphonies at Cadogan Hall
We flew up with the Kites, Peter Pan saw it all.

From Up Close with Opera: a Dutchman in flight
Climbing High as the Stakes that we learned of one night,
All the Fragments of magic joined up to Get Happy
And After the Act, Ancient Futures got snappy.

Over stars and the moon we Commanded the Bridge
Sputnik Sweetheart’s space Odyssey took us to the ridge
Of the world, where reality Punctured the Screen,
Trueman’s Arsonists Spoke Out their need to be seen.

There’s no Blanket Ban on Leo Reich or Refilwe
No restrictions on Protest Songs, uplifting Imrie
We’re in Touching Distance of Vietnam, Vinland
Where we heard epic football chants calling ‘Dear England’.

Returned to the Beach House after flying the Nest,
From Greenhouse to Housemates we’re here for the rest
For big secrets that soon shall be freed from the VAULT
As our ‘24 gameplan strikes home with a jolt.

Get your coasters, your posters and pissed Christmas toast-ers
Take Your Seats, Open Bar, yes it’s time for the roasters
As we settle down, say grace (or Maud?) then we feast!
With Polka, New Wimbledon and Stratford East

Thanks for joining us in this green Garden of Words
As we stave off the danger of a Winner’s Curse
Yes it’s been a good year, but we mustn’t Fall Down
For the next we’ll work hard so please do stick around.

We’ll sing Elephant Songs to Invisible Animals
From Southbank to Jermyn Street, the Royal Albert Hall
Announcing that this year Godot is a Woman
And Nylon is to replace all that is woolen.

Now the Night Shift draws close we crawl Under the Black Rock
To dream of Little Princes and Ladies With Dogs.
The Red Pill promises to wake us from sleep
(But nothing is redder than the Christmas Lobster: snippe snippe!)

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