I’m not a fan of Yates’, which I ended up in on Monday because a friend violently objects to Wetherspoons for whatever reason, but they had some lovely Christmassy hats hanging from the ceiling over Christmas. We were the only people there and I asked the very chirpy barman (presumably glad to see life and try out his array of bad jokes/awkward chat up lines) if I could have one. He said yes and this made me happy as I like small wonderful Christmas-hat type things, and it made me smile.

Maybe Yates’ isn’t as bad as I thought, if you ignore the pole dancing area and the swarm of yobs that arrived the minute closing time was announced, at which time closing time was suspiciously called off.

And yes, as the photo demonstrates we celebrate Christmas by devouring Terry’s Chocolate Oranges and playing with curtain finials.