I hate f***ing christmas. Now that December my housemates have gone out and bought a huge tree and lights and decorations and on and on....

...and they had the cheek to ask me to chip in a third of the costs. They've even got fu**ing singing santas made out of some plasti-foam sh*te.

And I think I can come on here, and get away from all the bullsh*t they've spread across the rest of the house. They don't even go to bloody church.

I understand the sentiment, and back atcha Wack, CC for your trouble, but can we just wash this one away, or at least make it invisible to me.

Anyhow, my pop's getting me some history books and my brother and sister are chipping together to get me an ice axe and some crampons.