I caught this dodgy looking geezer hanging around the bins yesterday afternoon when I was out walking the dog. Looks like he’d been on the cigs and booze and looks, dare I say, a bit tired and emotional.
He must be under pressure though, innit? Let’s hope the elves have stepped into the breach… cos Santa’s clearly a workshy lush. He’ll probably end up on Jeremy Kyle in the New Year, with Mrs Santa in tears, confessing to all kinds, blaming Christmas for all his problems.