Overview

Having been much too busy being grim ‘n’ grumpy to be bothered that December had dawned, Gabriel is stunned to discover that only 21 shopping days remain till Christmas. Far too fed-up of enforced thriftiness, in the wake of being sacked (again) to differentiate days that did not.

Dylan is in no mood to deal with the human hatstand—doe-eyed and demented—who staggers into the off-licence, hell-bent on buying an advent calendar. On the third of December. For himself. Could fate have dumped a surer portent of doomed to disaster festivities on the bloody doorstep...?