Christmas “cheer” — that thinly-veiled allusion to being gently sloshed through most of December. This is the time of year where slight stumbles are a given; when soft slurring is par for the course on any given Wednesday.
There are different ways to do it. There is the chap who drinks pints of Boddingtons into the double figures and puts it on Twitter. There are the lost heel brigade, the Guinness purists, the ones big into the shots.
