I had plans for a long post this evening, but then on the way back from horse-riding (not me), I got stuck behind two Vaalies going down Rhodes Drive at 30kph and I lost the will to live time I needed to write anything deep and meaningful.
So apologies for that, and here instead is Giles Brandreth destroying – depending on your point of view – the magic of Father Christmas or perhaps just the image of Father Christmas as a decent, respectful gentleman:
Oh dear, but surely a (very) late entry onto the Naughty List must have been in the offing?
More tomorrow, when I am planning to get a post done before braving the traffic around the mountain.