Fuck it, if we'd lost the bloody war, all the carols might be about Hitler, but at least we'd have some fucking mulled wine and lebkuchen round about now.

That made me laugh so, so much.

Cracking review of such a thing, reminds me greatly of when we had bonfire night at my aunt and uncle's pub in Norfolk. Or Norwich. Or somewhere that's not in London, and is in countryside, anyway. Amazing fireworks - nightmarish 'parade' times...