Ooooh, aint it chilly? last night, my God. The ladyfriend and I were sitting in Dorchester Abbey in Arctic conditions whilst a group of men did that Gregorian chant thing, what was billed as Medieval Carols turned into the dullest hour and a half of my life - and the coldest.
I thought it was going to be lovely and I'd come away buoyed on merriment and exuding yuletide enthusiasm from every pore, I've never felt so depressed or morbid.
There were a lot of old women in there last night, perishing cold, they won't see another Christmas.
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