Are these experiences from 2013 familiar? You arrive on a train and are greeted by a message warning of the penalties awaiting those with incorrect tickets; you arrive at a department store and notice a security guard; you are slightly behind with your Council tax payments and a top-hatted bailiff turns up on your doorstep.
I don't wish to preach, but I feel that we should focus less of our attention to giving gifts to our family and friends who, if we're honest, probably have enough money to buy the nice things we're getting them. We should take note of the giving side of Christmas, and if we give gifts surely they should be to those who really can't afford it.
How big was YOUR Christmas lunch? Mine was the perfect pocket-sized offering - complete with mince pie - courtesy of a Middle Eastern airline, who were suitably as immune to the charms of a Christmas bauble as they were an Albert Square knees-up. This is what happened when I went in search of the festive spirit, at 30,000 feet.