I start feeling festive usually at around 8pm on Christmas Eve, and that’s only if my belly contains Jameson and my ears contain Fairytale of New York.
The Pogues — Fairytale of New York
I’m not going to the office Christmas party this year, and the reaction when you say you’re not, just because you don’t want [...]
You know you’re in for an interesting conversation if you sit down next to a chap who’s drinking while wearing two hats.
I sat next to one on Friday night in Costa when I’d bought myself a tea, because I was early to meet friends at Clapham Junction. There were no other free seats in the [...]
Saying I can’t stand Christmas gets me accused of being a grinch, a grumpy old sod, and any number of other things, but balls to the lot of it. If there is one thing I really hate, it is being told to have a good time and looked upon as some kind of defective scrooge if [...]
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