From what I gather, Boxing Day fell on a Saturday. The day began with me sliding (for I was without legs, you see) downstairs to my TV, turning on the United/ Leicester City game and going back to sleep. I felt comfortable with this level of participation in this fixture, for I was a fixture myself.

I woke several hours later to a text from Jeaner regular Q, pulling me up for my “predictions” from last week’s issue. In fairness, the whole thing was meant more as a guide to the day’s inebriation, were you to choose that route, than any type of gambling companion. I take Q's point, regardless. I’m no good at telling the future.

Read the rest of Issue #65 here.