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- tis the season to be jolly is it? Well not in the household of the Grumpy Old Man it isnt. In the case of the GOM tis the season to have to put up with even deeper layers of vexation than usual & the only thing worth celebrating is that it looks as though you might after all be surviving to the end of what has been another crap year. Everything about Christmas gets up our snitches. Everything. From the breakfast telly presenters who tell us its now just 120 shopping days to go to the annual festive strike by airport baggage handlers. From office parties where drunken juniors have waited the whole year to tell you what the trouble with you is... to parents videoing their precocious brats at the atrocious school nativity play where your kid is playing the part of the donkeys rear end. From the woman next door who drops in to show your wife the diamond ring her prat of a husband has bought her to the 150th opportunity to see Whistle Down the Wind on the telly. & speaking of wind theres the festive Xmas turkey that tastes like blotting paper soaked in a puddle & sends your digestive system to hell. & how on earth are we really supposed to look happy when someone buys us a tie with a picture of xxxxing Santa on it? Eh?