This issue of Infinity arrives on newsstands just three days after Christmas, that most wonderful time of the year when the best present is a broken drum - you just can’t beat it. I’ll be happily pulling a cracker here at Infinity HQ; well have you seen my wife?
But what I miss about the Christmases of my childhood is the excitement of believing Santa was actually going to pop down the chimney and leave us a choice selection of goodies from the cheaper section of the Freemans catalogue. It was only many years later that I realised this was all a lost clause.
Looking back, I now realise how hard my dear mum struggled to make Christmas memorable for me, my brother Sandy, and my sisters Gill and Viv. Dad was a big time boozer. His favourite book was Tequila Mockingbird and when the doctor told him to watch his drinking he bought a mirror. Mum, on the other hand, rarely imbibed.