Phil Collins Is Down On His Luck.

I undertook my first stint of Christmas shopping this afternoon. Ten minutes in John Lewis' and I could feel my brain slowly dribbling out of my nose. I'd clearly already lost the plot because I made the insane decision to go to the German Xmas Market where I very quickly lost the will to live.
I found sanctuary in a wonderfully empty Clark's Bar, where I savoured a Deuchars and 2 bags of peanuts. Merry Xmas to me.