Creeping Ivy! Well Ivy anyway.
Christmas Day itself now I’m an adult. Ends up feeling a bit like a trap if I am honest. You can’t do anything or go anywhere so all you can do is eat and drink, oh and watch shit on the TV. It’s why I like working on Christmas Day.
Favourite: Come O Ye Faithful
Least Favourite: Away in a Manger. My hatred for this stems from the constant caterwauling from infants who all seem to have this preprogrammed need to sing it. I think it is the only Christmas Carol they get taught.
Oh I don’t know, Hoof prints?
Finally: What would you like to share with the world, if time or cost were no object?
Beer. Have a worldwide piss up for a day.