Ah, it’s that time of year again! The tree is up, the advent calendars ready to go, the pounds are piling on, and the realisation of how single you are begins to hit you. Especially when you ring the relatives in England on Christmas day – ‘No Nan, I don’t have a boyfriend yet, no I didn’t get any surprise kisses under mistletoe either…’
I can’t wait for Christmas, I can’t wait for the nights out that I always picture ending in romantic kisses in the snow with Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You playing in the background. Although, to be honest, it hardly ever snows, and the only Mistletoe issue I ever have is avoiding kisses from creepy men in my local late bar while doing the 12 pubs. Important reminder: Never wear a mistletoe hairband on a night out. Been there my friend…