I hate November. Temperatures cool, the Christmas lights start to go up, adverts for Ferrero Rocher (the chocolate with a possibly ironic fanclub), Cointreau and Obsession for Men begin to fill up the TV advertising schedules, and the annual Secret Santa e-mail brings a dreaded reminder of the bleak and lonely Christmas to come.
No, wait. I love Secret Santa. So I’ve updated my wishlist. Let no-one say that I’m not willing to enjoy the festive season, even if it’s in perhaps a rather mercenary fashion.