Sadly, the posher Spoons isn’t opening on Christmas Day. Only the rougher one is. And, having spent some of last Christmas Day in there, I don’t think I can subject her to that misery. She may be as old as Methuselah, but she’s not gone completely ga-ga yet. So I’m pondering on options. It may come down to getting her leathered on whisky, putting her to bed and popping out for a bit. These old uns like an afternoon kip, don’t they.