God hates Christmas.
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Laura, who’s just passed her driving test, picked me up from the lair this evening and drove us to her house for dinner. Her Sat Nav wasn’t speaking its directions properly, so she said, “You’ll have to do it.” This was brave of her because although I’m a good map-reader, I have a real problem communicating directions intelligibly, something I’ve mentioned before.…
“Calm down Christmas time.”
“Do you think I’m a Christmas tree?”
“God hates Christmas.”
“Runner, runner, runner, runner, Christmas bean.”