Tis the season to feel grumpy. Drowning in a tinsel tsunami, every shop is decked in obscene materialism, shouting blasphemy, I don’t picture baby Jesus in a manger, I envisage a furious Jesus, upending merchants tables in the temple. Tons of shitty plastic toys will end up as litter. Just as festive season dread invoked rising bile, along came the …
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