My Favourite Christmas Movies

For Unto You is Born this Day of the Jackal

Ding Dong Merrily On Highlander 2: The Quickening

The Story of O Tannenbaum

Blown Away In A Manger

Murder On The We Three Kings Of Orient Express

Once In Royal David’s City Slickers

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear And Present Danger

Fears of underinvestment in agriculture in developing nations

Last Friday I was sat outside the Starbucks in central Croydon, drinking a disappointing latte, when a couple of tourists came up and asked for directions to the nearest Ikea. They had a map with them and asked if I could point out it's location, something I was more than capable of doing as I visit that particular store frequently (I usually take a cup with me and help myself to several free coffe refills from the hot dog stand near the exit). I pointed out the location of the store and they thanked me and went on there way. It was only when I looked down a minute or two later, that I noticed my legs were missing. I looked up and saw the two guys making their way through the crowded street, each with one of my legs slung over a shoulder. I would have run after them, but of course, I had no legs. The most annoying thing is that it's kind of my fault. instead of leaving my legs concealed in my trousers, I had taken them out and left them on the table where anyone could grab them. Luckily I'd taken out comprehensive insurance on them, so I'll be getting a replacement pair tomorrow, with only a £25 excess to pay.