I don't drink
Walking past Harrods this afternoon (I didn't dare enter), I was enjoying the Christmas window displays when I noticed this one in particular. The drink these guys is holding reminded me of the cheap wine I used to end up drinking over the Christmas period, especially at other people's houses. That yellow colour always signified a splitting headache the next day, a horrible dry mouth and general dehydration, and a desire to never drink again. The three rather gallant looking chaps look a bit worse for wear themselves. By comparison, the much larger folk in the wider picture below look like they don't care what they have to drink, they are going to have fun regardless - just the attitude I suppose I had and probably why I kept coming back for more year after year. Thank goodness those days are gone. Yellow wine anyone?