Every year from November onwards I'm subjected to fucking wailing Mariah and the announcement that santa-claus is coming to town. Thank fuck wizard never got their wish.
Interspersed in that are a few decent songs and the greatest song of all time by the pogues. The decent songs make me emotional and anxious.
I like Christmas, I do but by the time it comes I'm practically homicidal.
I was on a shift at work yesterday where I was able to tune to classic FM for a bit of background music and it was bliss.
Just started a new job and the first thing I noticed was the fecking radio. I thought I'd escaped it.
Am I just a miserable old bag?