I've come over all Christmasy... - Mari Biella
It’s (almost) that time of year again, when the entire Western world embarks upon a huge sweaty orgy of buying and selling, and we all demand to have our stockings well and truly stuffed. When having fun is mandatory, and rapidly-sobering revellers are admitted to A&E Departments after attempting injudiciously ambitious dance moves at office parties. It’s... No, wait! There’s no way I can say it as well as this gentleman: Let the Festive foolishness begin! I try to hate Christmas, I really do. I fulminate against the crass commercialism of it all, at the way a jolly Midwinter festival has been hijacked by the crazed forces of global hyper-Capitalism. But the moment I see a twinkly Christmas tree or hear the strains of Jingle Bell Rock , all is in vain. Sooner or later, my inner Scrooge always gets socked in the mouth by my inner six-year-old. He's not going down without a fight, though... Someone – it might have been my inner six-year-old, come to t...