Happy Christmas everyone.
I an writing this on the worse side of Christmas lunch: turkey, spuds, sprouts, carrots, parsnips, bread sauce, Christmas pud, and a great Italian cake thanks to the graduate student who joined us.
Long standing readers of this blog will know that I am a bit of a fan of Christmas. I particularly like the way it is a ritual of pleasure that somehow manages to trump other obligations. I was sitting in the library yesterday afternoon around three o'clock (going through the excellent copy-editors suggestions on my Laughter book), and the imperative to go home and "do Christmas" suddenly trumped the imperative to finish the corrections.