Author Archives: Graham Veale

I’m not sure how much humbug one person can bear, but if I hear another song about peace and goodwill to all men, I think I might smack someone. Instead of roasting chestnuts on an open fire, each Christmas holiday I struggle through shopping aisles, where desperate consumers battle for jars of Cranberry sauce and Brussel sprouts, as if the government had just issued a two-minute warning.