Reasons why I hate Christmas
I am the Grinch. Anyone who's been anywhere near me this festive season will be more than aware of this. Edit - reading this back, it's a bit depressing and negative - so let me start by saying as I kid I used to enjoy the excitement - especially when I believed in Santa and would try and spot him out of my bedroom window. (I discovered Santa wasn't real when I spotted a new toy in mum's car that I then saw a couple of days later in my brother's stocking, and put two and two together). Mum would (and still does) buy loads of goodies - turkish delight, cheese footballs (do they even exist any longer?), pringles, After Eights etc) and display them temptingly on the side board until we were allowed to open then on Christmas Eve - the restraint was tremendous. And because of where I currently work, Christmas is pretty sweet - this year in particular has seen December fly by in a haze of booze, mince pies, creativity , and 3pm finishes topped off with a pretty opu