Snow Bites are in the supermarkets and Cliff calendars have appeared on those stalls in the middle of shopping centres.
It must be time to start thinking about Christmas.
I could write for England about over-commercialisation and the stuff being in the shops already but I won’t.
The thing that really highlights the fact that the festive season is around the corner, though, is The X Factor back on our televisions.
By the time we get to tinsel and mince pie time we’ll have another winner balancing precariously on the edge of obscurity.
For now, though, it’s all about the auditions and I must admit this is the part of the show that makes me feel most uncomfortable.
What I don’t like is the dozens of people who think they’re better than they are and are chosen by producers to go in front of the viewing public and humiliate themselves.
Last weekend I experienced what happens when the audition process is done properly as scores of children turned up at Kettering’s Lighthouse Theatre to audition for roles in this year’s pantomime, Peter Pan.
The standard was remarkable and the producers – real theatre people from outside the area – were blown away.
Due to the limited space some youngsters were sadly told they hadn’t made the cut, but they were told in a constructive way and certainly not with a packed O2 Arena laughing at them.
Forget Simon Cowell and his cronies – the real X Factor this year is here in Kettering.