Has the endless tirade of Christmas television and forced familial interaction done some serious damage to your peace, love and goodwill to all men?
Does the idea of indulging in festive cheer make you throw up in your mouth a little? Boggled by the insidiously universal embrace of bad taste, baubles and brussel sprouts?
If you answered yes to any of those questions then you probably have nothing but a cold, dark and empty chasm where your heart should be and that’s okay. I do too. Therefore I know that if there’s one thing you hate more than pulling crackers and extended family, it’s a good old paint-by-numbers, schmaltzy Christmas film. Continue reading