The sooner this pish is over with the better.
Went to Silverburn to attempt to get a few cards and presents for folk. Car parks full signs up (at 14:00hrs on Wed). I still horsed in and got a place.
I then entered what can only be described as hell on earth: screaming bairns, fat burds with antlers, neds hand-in-hand with Mrs neds, auld folk with nae idea fit they're even deein in the place, Shaking Stevens on the juke-box, fatties stuffing their faces and dropping pies all over the floor.
Could not take it and went back to the motor. The quunt next to me had parked so close I cidna get in. Asked a 'yellow jacket' man to sort it oot - 1 hour later, eventually resolved.
Aside fe getting a Grifter when I was 10, it's a phuqqing nonsense.