Do you know what I’d rather have my Christmas with us all crammed at my in laws, mismatched chairs, kids running everywhere, gin glasses that have been walked home from the pub, plates that came From about 20 different dinner sets than sit and blow smoke up her arse about how wonderful everything looks. It may look all poncy and perfect but I bet they have a tit time. Too scared to fart incase it blows one of the rented sequins off the runner. Your basic Hinch and I bet your on your phone making out it’s all shits and giggles. Boil your head when you’re doing the sprouts you twit