This bit'll only make sesnse to those who use facebook! There’s something missing from my profile - the funwall. It was, without a doubt, doing my head in; fun for the first couple of hours, but went on to contain the SAME REPEATED CRAP. And, the occasional message that managed to cover the equivalernt of 3 screens worth of scrolling. I’ve debated with myself on the subject and decided that yes, I can live with the fact that not reposting a message to all one hundred and something friends will bring me bad luck, cancer, tuberculosis, an eternally cursed family line and an eternity in the ninth circle of hell. It’s a risk I’m prepared to take.

What did I get up to at Christmas? Woke up at home on Christmas morning, feet halfway up the wall and head hanging off the edge, rather like a crash test dummy that’s had enough for the day and owns a bed. Cracking my head back into place with a sound like burning kindling, it occurs to me that the mean streets of Skegness are completely and utterly deserted in the style of 28 Days Later. With a crafty glint upon my eye and a complete lack of self preservation, I proceed to use the streets as my own private racetrack and pop power wheelies up and down Lumley Road, more usually populated by chavdom doing the Skegness Shuffle across roads crowded by inept drivers.

My lunacy thus sated for another day, just the usual Christmas really; went down the olds, did the unwrapping thing, got pissed, ate too much and passed out on the nearest available bed. Isn’t that a lot of effort and money expended on one day you’re unlikely to remember? Erm...bah humbug!