Christmas Shopping

I woke around 1.30am and went downstairs to check if my virtual wages had been deposited in my symbolic interactionism bank.

They had.

Off we drove, bleary eyed and arrived at the mother and father of all capitalism.

One slight kerfuffle was the licensing laws, which prevented us from getting any booze.

That aside and a large amount of money later, we could now bask in the knowledge that should the four horsemen of the apocalypse arrive on Christmas, we could at least give them a mince pie.