Well, here we are, it's nearly christmas and instead of tons of presents and some fat bloke with reindeer like the old folks promised, we get the baby and virgin mother story. Our mothers had to make our costumes and mine wonders why I just wanted to sit quietly at the back and nervously chew my nails, I was the Vivien westwood of Inn keepers. Never mind, I could have been a star and got permanent coathanger injuries (Or been the Julian Clary of stars, hmm always next year)