“The wave is coming. When it hits us, we will be dashed, flippers flailing” While I was watching Planet Earth II, marvelling over some chinstrap penguins being slammed at full force into volcanic rock by an unforgiving, violent wave, I thought – it’ll soon be Christmas. Just like a penguin in a rip tide, there’s nothing you can do about it. You are not evolved enough to defeat it. You have no surfboard, no boat, no private helicopter. Just ill thought-out little flippers that will flap weakly through tins of Roses, weeding out the coffee creams, while Love Actually is on for the 50 bajillionth time.
Still, I look forward to it in a perverse way. No having to pretend you’ve seen stuff on Netflix, no need to hone witty…