The invisible elves at Kenwood House, the grade I listed Robert Adam masterpiece perching on the shoulder of Hampstead Heath, have been busy. Holly branches heavy with red berries are draped over ornately carved mantelpieces. A tree hung with tasteful sparkly baubles and pine cones stands tall in the library. Noel Gallagher, Manchester’s sacred and profane hit machine, is standing by a shuttered Georgian sash window in a mustardy corduroy jacket, gazing out over the heath towards the City skyline. At 52, he is still so fit you could twang him like a guitar string.

Source: The Times December 22, 2019 00:22 UTC