Search and ye shall find plenty of whinging on this fine blog about my absolute loathing of the early hours, and today is no different.  Laptops of varying sizes slung around my person and boldly step outside to greet the day with a heartfelt “Fookin’ hell it’s COLD!”

This lad is ugly (er) without the blessed bean coursing through my veins so a visit to the nearest Starbucks is always a must have pitstop as I potter up the M6.

I like Christmas, I really do.  However walking into the Service Station to be greeted with a profusion of Christmas decorations, Christmas themed goodies that can be purchased (complete with snowflakes, snowmen, santas, and the like) *AND* cheery Christmas songs blaring over the speakers IN NOVEMBER is extracting the urine somewhat.

I can’t help but feel that by the time Christmas ACTUALLY comes around that the 8 weeks of relentless ramming down my throat will perhaps have jaded me to the whole thing.  Of course this could just be my caffeine retarded body having an early morning gripe…. nah!

Bah-Feckin’-Humbug ya bastard shops!

…I feel somewhat better already.

I think I am starting to get the DT’s from too many shots of Latte’s whilst waiting in a nearby hotel!