You’ve basically memorised the entire script of It’s A Wonderful Life. You know when Queenie does her speech. Half the fun of the hols is doing the same thing year after year, after blooming year. But what if you don't want to watch Mrs Brown's Boys with the in-laws on the big TV? We understand. And we got you.
Italian food. Fine fine dining. Ridiculously strong décor by Tibbatts Abel; the same people that did Saint Paul's House and Opheem, Aktar Islam's other joint over the road. It’s very hard to find anything not to love about Legna, the newbie to Fleet Street (that's basically Summer Row to the uninitiated).
It's an hour until curtain-up and I'm sitting next to a ballet dancer, a real life ballet dancer. Unbelievably graceful despite still being in jogging bottoms, Céline Gittens, Birmingham Royal Ballet Principal, is transforming herself into the Rose Fairy for the evening's performance of The Nutcracker. And the humble, strong, knowing 30-year-old is simultaneously talking to me about ballet, Birmingham and burgers...
What kind of Christmas decorator are you, are you a traditionalist that only uses red and gold decs, or are you more into, say, hanging sushi and avocado baubles? Whichever team you fall into, can we just all agree that you should probably have a balloon dog on your tree this year?
My Instagram explore page is 90% dog videos and 10% No Context Louis Theroux posts. I lose hours of my life watching Huskies try to find their hiding owners and German Shepherds catching treats in slow motion (with hilarious consequences, obvs). What I’m saying is, I can and do watch the most banal of dog-related content, so praise be to Netflix for creating some beautifully shot, tear-inducing, quality canine TV too.