Possibly even worse is the Bisto one about 'Spare Chair Sunday' where a thrilled hag has been admitted by a wholesome, happy nuclear family to share their roast, and marvel at their brussles sprouts.
Patronising guff...They can all kiss my fat, saggy Irish arse. %^%#! ... I'd much rather be eating beans on toast and watching SCROOGE than banged up with a bunch of smug strangers and their screaming spawn. Humph.
Oh, I am such a bad person...I've really enjoyed watching the snow fall, though. I'm sorry for everyone who had to travel, and was tortured by the uselessness of our public transport, But it seems like decades since we've had snow, and I like it.