OK, Here We Go. It's 'That Time' again. Everything goes all gingery and there are spurious instances of ballet. Everyone that you know starts throwing food at you. In the "Spirit Of Relative Happiness", "Relative Nervousness", or "Relative Discomfort", total strangers begin to stand around in groups on street corners and sing at you in order to cover their symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder... people put bells on the most inappropriate things...the whole place smells like a juniper bush...This Tends To Drive People To Drink...
