Day Four. We’ve done the nailed-on Partridge, the peroxide-modified turtle doves and the really-French French hens (see previous episodes). We’ve also eaten too much turkey, drunk too much wine, listened to the Queen (fell asleep, actually) and we’re drowning in the torn strips of wrapping paper. Now there’s a problem. What the f*ck are theContinue reading “The Days of Christmas (Part Four)”
