The single worst thing about Christmas for me, more so than early decorations and f**king awful pop songs, is the fact that I work right slap-bang in the middle of the UK's third largest commercial centre. For four months of the year I see nothing but hectic shopping on my way too and from work... Thousands and thousands of shoppers, queues coming out of every shop door, public transport that feels more like a cattle transporter. Still, at least the company I work for is not seasonal, so I actually get a rest when I'm doing my job!