It's not Christmas without mulled wine and Cliff Richard

So I'm told, anyway. Of course, I've never before had a Christmas with mulled wine OR Cliff Richard, who has apparently been dubbed the "British Elvis". I'm not sure if that's supposed to be a recommendation or a warning.

A German student made mulled wine at the office party on Friday evening. This involved really cheap alcohol and fire.

Meanwhile, the Santas have taken over London. Last night, as I walked home from the Go club, every few yards there was another group of friends all dressed as Santa. I also saw one court jester and one chicken; I'm not sure what those were about. At Borough Market yesterday morning there was a larger group of Santas shouting, in call-and-response protest style,

"What do we want?"
"Christ-mas!"
"When do we want it?"
"Now!"