I have actually been to St Christopher’s church before. I accompanied a girlfriend, and half a bottle of rum, to midnight mass nearly twenty years ago. I’d been in the pub all day, and thought it sounded fun. It wasn’t. You think you know all the carols, then they sneak new ones in, all placed around the pointless readings. Honestly Christians, if you want me back, at least make it fun at Christmas!
We’re running out of places to go, which is why we’ve ended up here. The weather is shite again, and beggars can’t be choosers. I’ve been gifted some Hawkshead beers, which I should pour away, but I’m now in a church drinking a Mosaic pale ale by that same ex-brewery. Beggars. Choosers.