The Christmas interior magazine supplements are out.  I am not proud, I am human, I have succumbed.  I have leafed through them at the checkout queues.  My sister asked the question, 'do we really need a guide to Christmas?'.  No Sis, we bloody don't.  If I was Jesus, I'd be pretty pissed off at having my birthday hijacked in this way.  This isn't going to be the last post on Christmas by any stretch, but for now, big groan!