by Phil Bradley @GlasgowGallus
Well, here we are again; the last few weeks running up to Christmas. Some, probably most to be fair, grab this particular baton around October and belt headlong towards the twenty-fifth of December.
With shopping lists and new credit cards clutched in their mitts, devotees of the season will attempt to squeeze every ounce of joy from the experience, illuminated by LED’s and reassured by various popsters that they too wish it could be ‘Christmas Every Day…’, and that ‘all…’ they want for Christmas is ‘me…’. Aye, ‘me’ and a four- hundred quid laptop…