On the first day of Christmas I went shopping..bah humbug.

Busy town + tired me = exhausted me :-( I'm sure everyone is used to the normal rabid rush in and out of shops. Still it catches me out time again. If men were meant to shop we'd have been given estrogen and breasts. I, you will be glad or maybe not to know, don't possess either. Unfourtunatly I must return to the labrynth of stores later this week with debit card in hand and hardened look on face. It is the latter of these that ensures a young male of the species, such as me, has a chance of withstanding the experienced shopping tactics of middle age and occasionaly younger women. A grope here, a muffled apology there and all of a sudden they're in front of you. Its subversive, but it damn sure works. I will report back on my mission and the heroic exploits that follow. Till then wishing you a merry and unfondled Christmas!