I wanted to spend last year's Christmas in the company of Withington's street drinkers, but even they seemingly had better things to do. Not a soul to be found.
So I sat out on bench for a little while sipping booze, till realising I could be doing much the same at my gaff, only with heating and less chance of random violence. Which was lucky, because some random violence did indeed occur later that night in almost the exact spot I'd chosen.
Expect I'll be scanning the listings for the Happy Days Christmas Special again. You know, the saddest one in the world; Fonzie and his estranged father.
I'm getting tearful at the very prospect.