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Bleak Christmas

I drank mulled cider, sung carols, flicked peas, sung "happy birthday" to Baby Jesus, and sniggered when poggs pointed out rude words in the carols. I was not fooled when my pint became covered with cling film though.

I won a spinning top in a cracker and watched it spin and spin, checking to see if I was dreaming or not.

After that, I got lost and ended up in Dalston, and walked past four police vans in the rain underneath my frog-shaped umbrella, but that worked in my favour, as the trains were more direct from there anyway.