Once had to explain to son why Father Christmas ,who he had just seen in the Co-op Grotto , had magically reached Superdrug before us on our walk home and now standing on the corner smoking a fag .
I was press ganged in to being Father Xmas at an inner city primary school. A woman plonked her little angel (obese at birth) on my knee to take a photo. There was a squelch and crap oozed out of the little darlings nappy.
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