Tis the season to be merry. Or not. 8000 miles away from home I have mixed emotions on this yearâs Christmas celebrations. What to do I have to ask myself? I could join in with the local celebrations; Christmas Eve carols on Thursday night at the Whale Arch followed by mulled wine and minced pies. Then maybe visit local folk and wish them all the best for the festive season, shaking them vigorously by the hand and shouting âMerry Christmasâ. Followed by a quiet Christmas day in the rented house sipping wine and watching TV whilst the turkey slowly cooks in the oven. Or perhaps I should remind myself that the drab hovel that I currently abide in is possibly one of the most depressing places on earth and a Turkey plus veg at the West Store is going to set me back half a months dosh. So maybe instead of all that seasonal cheer and good spirit I will just get completely sh!ters until I collapse into a vomit and faeces releasing coma. Or maybe âTis the season to make myself a Grinch outfitâ and sneak out tomorrow night and do untold damage to anything festive. What to do? What will you do? Will you be spending it with family and friends or lying in a gutter somewhere? Are you away from home with nothing more to look forward to than a boring day because youâre not allowed to work? Or worse still, with the prospects of yet another dusty day praying that you and your friends make it safe home? For me this year is a âbah humbugâ special!