I never drink on Christmas day. Somewhere in my subconscious it's a blurry mix of previous heavy Xmas Eve sessions coupled with Xmas day being all about the kids. So, had a lovely day with my extended family at my sister's, didn't touch a drop all day. Arrive home at 11pm and receive a call from 'merry' friends close by who insist we join them for a Xmas drink. Cue immediate caving in to peer pressure and I agree to join them "for one drink". I have a beer and a chili sambuca shot in my hand within 10 minutes of the call. More bizarre shots and more beer later, I've just arrived home for the second time tonight; this time is a bit more fuzzy and warm....